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Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

GOB opened up Caritas to the sound of a bass solo. He hadn't been expecting that. The saxophone seemed to be on a stand at the back of the stage. It seemed like the zombie bass player had finally gotten the sax obsession out of his system. Good.

And with the lack of sax, there was a bearded man already sitting at the bar. "Can I help you?" GOB asked. "Wait, Tino? Is that you?"

Before Tino could say a word, GOB shook his head and said, "That stunt you pulled will cost you. Shave, take this siding down, color my cast black with a Sharpie, and maybe if you do all that I won't decide to knock down your pay for leaving like that. Get to it!"

Tino walked off to do just that. It didn't matter much to him. The saxophone wasn't being played anymore and he made a bundle from selling the siding salesman's briefcase on the mainland. And those siding samples got him more than he thought they would. It all worked out.

[OOC: Mod Tino as necessary, or ping me on AIM if you want GOB interaction.]

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The Zombie Band is back to normal. But the bass player still will go ahead and play bass if necessary.

Anders staggers up on stage and has a quick word with the zombie band, which promptly breaks out into the opening chords of Fleetwood Mac's "Gold Dust Woman." Seriously, Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham at the height of all their drama never gave each other the kind of baleful glowers that Anders is casting all around the room.

Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon and dig your grave
Heartless challenge -- pick your path and I'll pray

Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise, loves, to go down
Lousy lovers, pick their prey
But they never cry out loud
Cry out . . .

Well, did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now? Do you know how to pick up the pieces and go home?

Rock on, ancient queen
Follow those who pale in your shadow
Rulers make bad lovers
You better put your kingdom up for sale

Well, did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now? Do you know how to pick up the pieces and go home?

The twirling and floppy head gestures are kind of disturbing. They might work for Stevie, but not so much for Anders.

Pale shadow of a woman
Dark woman
Oooooooooo, pale shadow of a woman
Black widow . . .

It sort of devolves into incoherent wailing from there on. It's kind of impressive, in a really scary way, but any impressiveness is negated by the very undignified way with which Anders stumbles back to the bar.

Never let it be said that Conner is not a man of his word. Besides, he's had a few shots himself and is feeling pretty good as he heads on up to the stage and talks to the band.

More Fleetwood Mac? Well, yes. If somebody doesn't stop the Jock Squad, they just might work their way through the entirety of Rumours before the night is over.

If you wake up and don't want to smile,
If it takes just a little while,
Open your eyes and look at the day,
You'll see things in a different way.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
Why not think about times to come,
And not about the things that you've done,
If your life was bad to you,
Just think what tomorrow will do.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
All I want is to see you smile,
If it takes just a little while,
I know you don't believe that it's true,
I never meant any harm to you.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
Don't you look back,
Don't you look back.

Conner's bouncing around and seriously vamping it up throughout the song, although his impersonation of Lindsey Buckingham air guitar would probably make Kira facepalm herself into unconsciousness if she could see him now.

Okay, so he's had a lot to drink. Hence the song choice. Captain Tractor's "Up The Hill"

Saturday night I'm a sickening sight
And the bartender's ringing the bell
I was down on my luck but I find my last buck
Got enough for another- they say "Go to hell"
Am I going insane?
I just want to go home, God I'm sorry I came
So I fall through the door, nearly crash through the floor
And my heads in a roar, I'll be lucky if I make it

Up the hill
Saturday night I've been downing the swill

Out on my own now I'm stumbling home
And I amble and stagger and sway
I'm tripping on nothing and sliding on ice
And I feel the last threads of my life giving way
Am I going insane?
Should have taken a cab, could have saved me the pain
I'm stupid and sore and I cry with a roar
"I won't drink anymore,"
God I'm praying that I make it up the hill

The words of that song
Go 'round in my head
I'm crawling along
They might as well leave me for dead

The last thing I recall is one hell of a fall
And a crack that did spell certain peril
The lights fade in the din, I'm going in
Like the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Up the hill
Saturday night I've been downing the swill

Back to normal here. Tino might take a while to get you your drink due to having to remove the siding, though.

"I am telling you, dude," says Conner as he and Bridge drag a very reluctant and still protesting Anders (http://futurebucs-star.livejournal.com/46410.html?thread=1319754#t1319754) into the bar by his arms, "this is just what you need right now. Get out, get drunk, have a good time. It's not impossible or anything."

"This is a stupid idea," grouses Anders, who hasn't eaten since Friday but isn't about to mention that part because getting smashed is actually starting to sound pretty good, and the faster the better. "You guys wanna have a good time? Be my guest, but I'm not joining you."

"Yeah-huh, you are," Bridge says, ordering a round of shots for each of them. "Drink." He says, pointing to the shot glass Tino places in front of Anders.

Anders sighs and picks up the shot glass. "Yeah, okay, fine," he says as he raises it. "To . . . something. I don't know. Whatever."

He slams the shot back and smacks the glass down onto the counter, grimacing as it burns like hell on the way down. "I still don't see how this is gonna help anything."

Conner downs his own shot a little more slowly and tries really hard not to let on that OMGWTFITBURNS and he's not really used to that yet, then smacks Anders on the back. "It's supposed to get your mind off of it, stupid. What's the use getting all hung up over one girl anyway? Do you have any idea how many hot chicks are at this school?"

Bridge facepalms, and then once he's finished his own shot, reaches around behind Anders to thwap Conner on the back of the head.

"Not helping, dude."

"What?" yelps Conner, disbelieving. "What did I say? It's true!"

Anders glares at him and downs the new shot Tino's set in front of him. "Frak you, McKnight," he snaps. "I don't give a frakking damn about any other girls right now, get it? Or possibly ever."

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