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Caritas [Friday]

Greg bustled in and taped the band back together. Then he pulled some gel out of his pocket and carefully styled the drummer's hair - or, well, what little was left of it.

There. Much better.

Then he tooks his place behind the bar, and started immediately staging a tiny battle between the beer bottles and the wine coolers.

[Big groups modding Tino would please me. Otherwise, I'm around!]

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For the singing.

For the drinking.

For the lounging.

For the dirty iconning, or other OOC needs.

Clark settled into a seat at the bar and ordered a chocolate mudslide.

"Hey, dude," Greg greeted, getting his mudslide.

"How are you this evening?"

"Dandy," Greg said cheerfully. "I didn't have any school or anything today. How're you?"

"I'm good as well." Clark said. "How's school going when you do have it?"

"Well," Greg nodded. "Lots of science, which is of the yay."

Clark was still marveling at the language of today's youth. "It's good you get to study the subjects that interest you."

Rosette still couldn't get the taste of sewer out of her mouth, and knew she'd need something a lot stronger than holy water to finally be rid of it.

"Think you can just keep the whiskey shots coming?"

"Sure. Everything okay?" Greg asked, already pouring out shots.

"Oh, everything's swell," Rosette responded with a bit more than a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "I love having the taste of death in my mouth all day. If whiskey ain't enough to get rid of it, then it's settled. I got the plague." There may have been a quivering of her lower lip. She really didn't want the plague.

"Um," Greg replied, sliding the shot over and pouring out another to have it ready. "I don't think you have the plague. Just a thought."

Rosette tossed the shot back. God, she loved whiskey. "Good, because that would not be a fun time..."

"Also kind of contagious," Greg replied, sliding over another shot.

Toss. Rosette shook her head a little.

"Exactly! And then everyone would have the plague and it would be all my fault!"

Although, technically, she could always try to blame it on that Blair kid.

"Why do you think you have the plague, anyway?" Greg asked, sending over yet another shot.

"Good evening Rosette."

"Well, I had an unfortunate encounter between my mouth and sewer gunk," she explained, pausing to take the shot, and continued, her voice slightly bristled by the burn, "and the taste has been in my mouth all day. So I got worried. Who knows what one could get from sewer gunk."

"Clark!" Rosette greeted him brightly, and, though she said his name, she was totally thinking Four Eyes! She's had a few shots so she was feeling particularly cheery again. "How the heck are ya?"

"Why were you drinking sewer gunk?" he had to ask.

"I wasn't drinking it," Rosette explained, incredulously. What a stupid thing to think! "I had some of it on my gloves," she held up her hand as if to demonstrate, despite definately having a nice new pair on, "but forgot about it, and then I went like this," she held up one finger to her lips and went 'shhhhhh,' "and next thing I know...ACK! Sewer gunk! All over my lips."

"Grossest thing I've ever tasted."

Remembering it made this next shot all the better, though.

"Ew," Greg contributed. "Why was it on your gloves, then?"

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