Caritas, Wednesday Evening

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was finding the current zombie band labor disputes pretty entertaining, right up to the point where he couldn't get into the bar because of the picket line--they'd barred his way with their protest signs.

"He could just buy a karaoke machine, you know."

The lead guitarist sneered.

"What?"

There was some grumbling, and they let him through.

"Do you even have a list of demands, or is this just about the sax?"

The drummer snickered. Because he was 134.

"Don't harass the customers," Jarod instructed them as he opened the door to Caritas, then set up the bar for the night.

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The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Is outside with the picket signs, so maybe you'd like to sing something a cappella?

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Order a drink from Jarod or mod Tino.

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

If drinking's not your speed.

OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Hey, we could need it.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Later in the evening, Parker could be heard before she was seen.

"If you don't get out of my way, I'm ripping your arm off and beating you to death-- again-- with it!"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Grinning, Jarod had Parker's drink on the bar before she got inside the building. "Evening."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hi. The band's brains have rotted away. They want a what?" She growled as she sat down, and let out a frustrated breath before sipping from her drink, looking frazzled.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Saxophone," he said, stil grinning. "And they eat brains, Parker. I assume their own rotted away a while ago."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Eeewwwww." Parker rolled her eyes. "Get a karaoke machine. Better yet? Get another band. I don't care if they *do* know every song in existence, they're weird and smelly on the best of days. And on days like this, they're just asking to be squid-fodder."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"That's a decision GOB has to make on his own," Jarod told her.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm." Parker might've looked like she had an idea or two about that, but she didn't articulate them, just leaned over the bar and kissed him hello, now that she was in a calmer mood. "Hi. And, I think I figured it out."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Figured what out?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"How you got that doctor to confess in Pittsburgh." Parker looked smug. "And got the insurance for that kid, Casey."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod smiled slightly and he poured himself a Dr. Pepper. This should be enlightening. "Oh? Do tell?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took a tiny bite of her lime, sucked on it, then dunked it back in her drink. "I checked all the news stories, and called the hospital. The most direct and sneaky way for you to get in there and get close enough would've been as a volunteer or orderly. Hospitals are always short-handed. You could have hacked the medical records, but that might have gotten you caught too soon." She cocked an eyebrow. "So far, so good."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod relaxed, but not visibly so. "So I went in as an orderly and..."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She leaned in. "You got hired as an orderly, got close to that doctor, got the records out of the hospital files, then turned the evidence over to the insurance company. You got them to put pressure on him so he'd confess and pay Casey's medical expenses, or the deal he got would've been a lot worse." Parker looked at him expectantly. "I got it, didn't I?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod blinked, then smiled slowly. "Yes, Parker, that's exactly what happened."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker studied his expression for a minute, then pouted, crossing her arms. "It is not."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Of course it is," Jarod assured her.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Pakrer slapped her hand down on the bartop. "Don't condescend to me, Jarod. I got some of it, but I got parts of it wrong, didn't I? I am going to figure this out. Stop smirking."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad I gave you something to think about," he sipped his soda.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker glowered at him, and tapped the bartop. "Why are you doing this? And don't give me the altruism answer, I get that. You want to help. I mean, why are you skipping off and doing underhanded things that could get you dragged back to the Centre, if you're not careful?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod quirked an eyebrow at her. "Because I can. Because if I do get dragged back," which would happen over his dead body, if he had anything to say about it, "I want to know that I did something worthwhile with my life."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She took another sip of her drink, then twirled the little pink umbrella it came with thoughtfully. "I get that this place is boring for you. And a lot of things are off-limits, because the Centre is looking for you. I just... I worry, damnit."