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Caritas [Sunday Evening]

Greg opened up Caritas, mulling over the conversation from earlier in the day with his school-appointed and very grumpy little brother.

He whistled as he started to reassemble the band, and then took his place behind the bar and waving cheerfully to Jarod on the other side of the bar.

[~~Wait for OCD threads!~~ Threads are up and Caritas is open.]

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Rosette shrugged a little. She couldn't quite remember who knew what about her whole thing with her brother, especially not on the edges of drunkness, so she wasn't quite sure how to explain. "Thought they saw the guy responsible for all the mess with my brother. Mega, heavy-duty stuff, so I had to go take care of it. It was just a trap, though! ARG! Those misleading bastards! It's like they take sick pleasure in keeping us on our wit's end." She slumped a little on the bar. "I thought we might actually be close to finding him again, that maybe he was back on the East coast and I wouldn't even have no go to California but..." She sighed, very heavily. "Nooooo cigar."

"Your brother's missing?" Jarod was instantly sympathetic as he poured her another whiskey. "I'm so sorry."

"Not missing, not persay," she continues explaining, sounding more annoyed than anything. "Kidnapped, usurped, seduced away by a damn, dirty demon is more like it!"

She looks like Jarod can't pour that whiskey quick enough.

Jarod poured a couple of whiskeys and put them next to each other. "Real demon?" Hey, in Fandom he'd learned to ask these questions.

Drink first, then talk. "Of course a real demon," she glowered a little as she wiped excess dribblage from her chin. "Not only a real demon, but one of the most powerful ones we've seen in the Order yet!"

He passed her a napkin. "And you fight them?" No wonder she drank.

Hmm, she thought she'd given this information to a bartender here before. Musta been the other guy. She took the offered napkin and used it well for her next drink, which resulted in a little swaying. She miiiight want to ease up. Maybe juuuust a little.

"Yup. First class Magdeline Militia, I am!" Thankfully, her guns were with Chrono, so she merely pulled out her hands as though pulling them from a holster, folded together to shape a gun. "Pow, pow, pow! Demons dead, lickity-split."

She blew at the tips of her fingers with her whiskey breath.

Jarod blinked. "Congratulations?"

Rosette nodded firmly, and gave Jarod a salute. "Why, thank you! But, believe you me, I earned it!"

"You're very welcome, then."

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