Caritas, Wednesday Evening

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Jarod quietly opened the bar. Handwavily moving some of his boxes into his new room had made him more introspective than he would have thought likely. The Sin had been his first real home, and he wasn't quite ecstatic to be leaving it, even if he knew the end result was both good and necessary.

Still, Caritas was open, and it wasn't like he could never go back to the Sin. Especially since he worked there.

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The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

They've duct-taped themselves to the instruments. It's not pretty.

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod's here, as is the completely moddable Tino.

Re: The Bar

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Jesse came in and sat down at the bar. He had a notebook which he opened up and started making notes in while Tino brought him a shot and a beer.

Re: The Bar

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Mister Custer," the Doctor said, scooting over. "Fancy meeting you here."

Re: The Bar

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

"Howdy, Doc." Jesse gave him a friendly smile. "I might be spendin' a lot of time here."

Re: The Bar

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Fan of the drink, eh?" the Doctor said. "Normally I'm just a tea person, myself. Not one for the loud carousing and such-like."

Re: The Bar

[flash-mage.livejournal.com]

Right. So, this bloke in the reverend's get up. He wasn't an angel. He wasn't a demon. He wasn't a ghost or an inncubus, or a zombie or a golem or anything John could lay his finger on.

But, he was something. And, whatever it was was making the hair on the back of John's neck stand up.

Plus, he smelled like Yankee cigarettes.

Re: The Bar

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Jesse noticed the kid checking him out and gave him a direct stare. "Never seen a preacher, kid?"

[flash-mage.livejournal.com]

John blinked. Kid?

Then, he looked down an noted his young hands and took a deep breath with his clean, fresh, non-cancerous lungs. Right. Kid.

He shrugged and forced his lips into the familiar shape of a wastrel's grin.

"Preacher? Can't say as I have. But, then, I've lead a reckless and dissolute life, me."

Re: The Bar

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor sat at the bar and smiled.

"Pint of bitter, please."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up," Jarod said, pouring the pint and setting it in front of The Doctor. "Nice evening."

Re: The Bar

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Fantastic evening, I'd say," the Doctor replied. "Why would you say only nice?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod smiled. "No particular reason."

Re: The Bar

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne comes in and collapses on the bar. "Jerry! Tino! A sea breeze for the love of God!"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"I got it," Jarod said to Tino, then began mixing the sea breeze. "So, how're you settling back in?"

Re: The Bar

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"It was fine until I saw my music room that I'll be teaching in," Lorne said woefully. "My GOD! Jerry! It's Beige!"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod chuckled. "Will they let you paint? Or let someone else come in and paint a color you picked out?" He had no illusions about his former employer.

Re: The Bar

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

Clink clink

El sat down next to Lorne, the chains on his pants clinking together audibly. "You're the one who sang a few nights ago," he said.

Re: The Bar

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Could be," Lorne said checking out the guy's rear. "I sing a lot and all over the place."

Re: The Bar

[flash-mage.livejournal.com]

John walked into the bar. His walk might have been called staggering if he were anyone but John Constantine.

He claimed a stool, slumped over the bar and lit up what would be the first of a long chain of cigarettes.

Re: The Bar

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Get a light?" Pip asked as he sat down next to John and pulled out a cigarette of his own.

[flash-mage.livejournal.com]

John raised an eyebrow. A Frog. Brilliant.

He stuck a hand into his trench coat, pulled out his lighter, and lit it with a deft flick of his thumb.

Re: The Bar

[spit-spot.livejournal.com]

The door blows open with a sudden gust of wind.

Mary enters holding her hat onto her head and the door closes behind her.

"I don't suppose you serve a nice rum punch?"

The Lounge

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Quiet chatting

OOC

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I can't imagine what you'd need it for, but here it is!