Caritas, Monday Evening

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Jarod opened the bar and waved to Tino as he tried to figure out why the bar only had siding on one side. Tino grunted in response and sank lower into the lounge sofa he'd spent the night on, arms folded across his chest, turning his face towards the back cushion. He hadn't showered or shaved, and generally looked like he was homeless. He was surrounded by empty glasses, which upon inspection Jarod discovered contained the remnants of virgin strawberry daquiris.

The zombie band was still playing jazz, heavy on the sax.

Caritas was open.