Caritas, Monday Evening

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the bar, the first thing Jarod noticed were all the protest signs. "Zombies need sax too," "GOB don't know sax," and "More sax and violins at Caritas" was plastered everywhere.

The bar also smelled strangely like burning hemp and fried chicken.

Caritas was open.

Comments

The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Zombie protests songs are a particular favorite.

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

How much is a saxophone anyway?

Re: The Bar

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras made her way into Caritas.

Her day had gotten off to a wretched start, and had not improved in the slightest. She was a volatile mixture of angry, sad, afraid, and devasted.

She had some idea that she'd like to forget that this day had ever happened. Caritas would be a good start.

"Large Sambuca, three coffee beans, and a lighter, please!" she ordered.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod grinned. "Nothing like a woman who knows how to ask for what she wants," he said, pouring the Sambuca. "What are the coffee beans and the lighter for?"

Re: The Bar

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"You drop the coffee beans into the Sambuca, dubbing them "Father," "Son," and "Holy Ghost" as you go along. Then you light the drink and blow it out. It's supposed to be a charm against bad dreams."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Really?" He eyed the drink with more respect. "I'll have to try that some time. Are you having bad dreams?" He asked, setting the coffee beans and a lighter on a cocktail napkin.

Re: The Bar

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"No. Not for a little while, anyways. It's more like I'm trying to head them off at the pass," replied Seras.

She performed the little ritual with the beans and the lighter. She blew out the flames that danced across the top of the liquor.

"Bottoms up," she said, and took a gulp.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod watched the process with fascination. "Doesn't that burn going down?"

Re: The Bar

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras shook her head.

"It's no worse than gulping down some coffee. You don't let the Sambuca burn for very long, after all."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Where did you learn about this?"

Re: The Bar

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Back home in London. My dad was a cop, and I guess he must've seen...seen lots of things to give him nightmares."

Seras paused and took another gulp of the warm liquor.

"At least once or twice a month, I'd hear him come in from his beat and find him in the kitchen doing this. I dunno who he learned it from. Another cop, I expect."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"It's nice that you have that connection to him," Jarod said. "And a police officer? Did he like it?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker came in wearing a light grey silk raincoat, cast a jaundiced eye at the zombies and their placards, and stalked over to the bar, glowering already. "So, you're back."

Damn. Why did he have to be cute? Not. Fair.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He raised an eyebrow at the raincoat. "I am."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Did you have *fun* in Pittsburgh?" Parker drummed her fingers on the bar, and cocked an eyebrow at him. "I saw the news. You had something to do with that guy's arrest, didn't you?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Parker," Jarod said innocently as he poured her drink and set it in front of her.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took a sip of her drink and rolled her eyes at him. "Liar. The doctor. The one who got arrested. You did that. Somehow. I'm going to find out how, you know." Her eyes narrowed. "Which is your way of bragging-without-bragging, isn't it?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod looked at her face, then her hands, forgetting all about Pittsburgh. "How much pain are you in right now?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker followed his glance downward, and started to say it was nothing, then blurted out, "The ice from the glass helps. And it's a lot better than yesterday. That was pretty damn achey."

She slapped a hand over her mouth, then muttered, "Goddamn candid-ness curse."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you say anything to me ahead of time? I would have stuck around to help."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And Parker can't help but blurt out, "I didn't want to worry you, and I thought you might try to stop me. Damnit." She put her hands over her head. "If I asked you something, will you be killingly honest with me too, since I don't have a damn choice?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Parker," he sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I worry more when I think you're getting into trouble and I don't know what it's about. You make it so I can't think clearly."

"Uh, maybe?"

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Once Tino has modded your drink, this is a quiet place.

OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

*clings to lj and FH*

Re: OOC

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Wah! *hugs back*