Caritas, Monday Night

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod came running in late because his mun totally spaced, omg, and opened the bar, pretending that the band wasn't saying nasty things about them behind his back.

He did take a minute to hang some pine tree air fresheners on the band. Zombies plus Virginia summer heat and humidity wasn't the freshest smelling combination in the history of aromas.

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The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Don't mind the pine.

Re: The Band

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John takes the stage to sing first. He tries to think of what he's learned in GOB's class and starts singing just like that Roger Goulash guy.

When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me a cute little toy
Two Silver bells on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school
Always went by the very best rule
But Evertime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,
Slipped and fell had a very bad fall
I fell so hard I heard birds sing,
But I held on to My ding-a-ling

Once while swimming cross turtle creek
Man them snappers right at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding my dingaling

Now this here song it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song that you ever had
And those of you who will not sing
must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling

Re: The Band

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Here's a brief medley of my lady's songs," Peter said. "This one goes out to Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage and the rest of Dusted Bunnies. Don't hate me for butchering your songs."

Tell me I'm pretty,
stupid
Or tell me I'm pretty stupid
Change the phrase
And I'll change the praise
For the one
who told me best of all
first of all
last of all
most of all:
you're pretty....
stupid.

The music picked up considerably.

Baby when yer down and
when yer feeling blue
Call me up late at night
There's something I can do for you
Don't call your sodding boyfriend
(He's a thug!)
I'm better for you baby
'Cause I'm your squalling cuddlebug!

Re: The Band

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"On behalf of all the ducks!" Greg called before the first chords started up.

"First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me!"

Greg danced a little before hopping offstage. "For the ducks, who will survive without her!"

Re: The Band

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Wearing a very small red cheerleader costume, which through some miracle of costuming managed to cover up even less than her normal clothing, Callisto took to the stage.

And she started cheering.

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!

Hey Mickey!!!

You've been around all night,
And that's a little long.
You think you've got the right,
But I think you've got it wrong.
Why can't you say 'goodnight'
So u can take me home, Mickey!
Please take me home Mickey!

Cuz when you say you will,
It always means you won't.
You're givin' me the chills,
Baby please, baby don't!
Every night you still
Leave me all alone, Mickey!

Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don't understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty
Why can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don't break my heart, Mickey!

Hey Mickey!

Now when you take me by the hooves,
Who evers gonna know?
Every time you move,
I let a little more show!
There's something you can use,
So please don't say 'no' Mickey!

So come on, and give it to me
Anyway you can.
Anyway you wanna do it,
I'll take it like a man!
So please, baby, please
Don't leave me in the down, Mickey!

Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, Heh, Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine u blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, heh,Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine u blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, heh,Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine,
You're so fine u blow my mind
Hey Mickey! Heh, heh,Hey Mickey!

Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don't understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty
Why can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don't break my heart, Mickey!

Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don't understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty
Why can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don't break my heart, Mickey!

Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don't understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty
Why can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don't break my heart, Mickey!

Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don't understand!
You take me by the heart
And you take me by the hand!
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty
Why can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey!
Oh, what you do, Mickey
Do, Mickey,
Don't break my heart, Mickey!

Oh Mickey, what a pity,
You don't understand!...

Re: The Band

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John applauds madly. "This will make a great souvenir!"

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Drink to the holiday. Jarod's here, or you can mod Tino.

Re: The Bar

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

After leaving the duck pond, Peter, John, and Greg needed some booze. For heartbroken ducks and Caritas seemed like the best place to go for such a thing.

"Okay," Peter asked his companions as he approached the bar. "What kind of alcohol do ducks drink?"

Re: The Bar

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Something fruity?" John asks. "Or something hard to deal with their grief?"

Re: The Bar

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Those were sangria ducks," Greg told them wisely.

Re: The Bar

[conathon.livejournal.com]

He needed a drink, a stiff one. All this new stuff with Tempe was driving him to think deeper than he was used too. Plopping down at the bar, he tapped the counter for the bartender.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Evening," Jarod said, once the duck enablers had left. "What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Heartbroken ducks, and he thought he was dellusional sometimes. Shaking his head as they left, he looked up at Jarod with a weary smile. "Whiskey. On the rocks." He needed it. Stupid thoughts.

Re: The Bar

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Having nothing else in particular to do, Callisto made her way down to Caritas. She leant against the bar.

Re: The Bar

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John might squeak a bit when he notices.

Re: The Bar

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Johnina." Callisto raised an eyebrow. "Aeryn like her pictures?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Evening," Jarod smiled at Callisto. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Re: The Bar

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Callisto grinned back. "Whiskey, thanks."

Re: The Bar

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec dropped by, having little else to do that night and feeling a drink was in order. He sat down at the bar, looking a little preoccupied but not so much that he wouldn't notice someone heading in his direction.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Evening," Jarod said, not recognizing the new guy at the bar. "What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec looked up, smiling reflexively. "Scotch, neat?" The smile became a grin as he nodded to the bartender. "I'm Alec."

Re: The Bar

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter walked back up to the bar holding a very, very small, red cheerleading uniform. Greg followed with a video camera, and John followed him with an ever-present death wish.

"Got it," Peter said, holding up the uniform.

Re: The Bar

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto, who had drunk a wee bit more whiskey than was good for her, blinked at Peter. "Got what?"

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Hang out all you want.

OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Yay, holiday!