Caritas, Friday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam was behind the bar for all of five minutes before the relentless cheerfulness of Sydney the Squid's entire musical repertoire made her homicidal. The female zombie howling into the microphone while her zombiefriend gazed on in what might have been stoned adoration didn't help.

Five minutes later, she was on her back under the sound system, trying to fix whatever was wrong with it. From the banging and swearing, it wasn't going well.



[ooc: Sam's around, and Tino's moddable.]

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The Band

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

The rest of the band has taken to wearing earmuffs and glaring at the woman. Think of it as performance art.

Re: The Band

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam motioned to the band to get out of the way and turned on the karaoke machine. Then she cleared her throat.

"This is for Crichton, who's having a tough time." And not at all for Jack, who's being a jerk.

Sam struck an overly sultry pose as the music started and winked at Crichton.

"I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like, makin' good conversation, She sang, strutting towards him,

I gotta handle you just right, you know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant, then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about, unless it's horizontally

Another wink, then she whirled around and walked right past Jack on her way to the stage.

Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical,
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk,

Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical,
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk,

After the chorus, Sam gave into the inevitable and stalked over to directly in front of Jack, straddling a bar stool and challenging him with every lyric.

I've been patient, I've been good, tried to keep my hands on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back, you know what I mean
I'm sure you'll understand my point of view, we know each other mentally
You gotta know that you're bringin' out the animal in me

She leaned in close, then whipped herself around and sauntered back to the stage. Once she got there, she winked at Jack, then blew Crichton an exaggerated kiss and tossed her head like the stereotypical blonde.

Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical,
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk,

Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical,
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk,

She grabbed something from behind her and tossed it into the audience. Unfortunately, it looked like it might have been someone's nose.

Oh, let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical,
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk

She sang the next verse directly to Jack, taking a few steps towards him.

Let's get animal, animal, I wanna get animal, let's get into animal
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk,

And then she stopped her forward movement, daring him to come to her.

Let me hear your body talk
Let me hear your body talk

Sam let the music wind down, then hopped off the stage like she'd done nothing out of the ordinary.

Re: The Bar

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John did laugh and he toasted her several times. "Bravo!"

Re: The Band

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

By this time, Jack was well on his way to being listing-sideways drunk, and he couldn't do anything but stare. Even when Sam was right in front of him, he couldn't focus well enough to do anything but lift a hand in her direction (although that could have been as much surprise as anything else), by which time she'd returned to the stage.

When she sang at him - and he recognised the dare - it pulled him up and off his stool and half way to the stage.

Re: The Band

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow at him, Teal'c style. Still challenging him.

Re: The Band

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He closed the distance between them, stopping close enough that his body brushed hers, but kept his hands by his sides. All he said was, "Nice song," but he smiled, wide and warm, eyes sparkling as he looked down at her.

Re: The Band

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Think so?" Sam smiled back at him. "I never really liked it. A little too blatant for me."

The Bar

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam forgot her drink book, but she's willing to wing it if you are.

Re: The Bar

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

After mulling it over (for about five seconds) Jack decided that Caritas was the only possible conclusion to the week he'd had. When he saw who was tending the bar he almost turned around and left.

Deciding that would be beyond childish, he grabbed the bar stool nearest Sam. "Did another employee abandon Fandom?" he asked, offering her a small smile.

Re: The Bar

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam didn't tense when she saw Jack, but it was a close thing. "Only temporarily. GOB's on vacation. What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Okay." His shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly -- he'd been hoping for at least a smile. "In that case, you can get me many drinks. If you could line them up on the bar, that would be ideal."

Re: The Bar

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam put her hands on her hips, and almost refused until he told her what was going on. "What kind?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker came in not specifically looking for Jack, but pretty happy to see him when she found him.

She greeted him with a whap to the arm. "My phone and an explanation. What is wrong with you?"

Re: The Bar

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

The whap just about toppled him of his stool and he had to grab the bar. "Ow." He dug out her phone and set it with exaggerated care in front of her. "Phone."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That saves you a second whapping." Parker slid onto the stool next to him, and signalled Tino for a Diet Coke with lime. "And are you drunk already?"

Re: The Bar

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John wandered into Caritas, desperate for a way to get out his stifling dorm room.

He took a seat at the bar and nodded at Sam.

Re: The Bar

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hey, John," Sam said, glaring at the zombies. "Can I get you anything?"

Re: The Bar

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Something strong, maybe?" He thought about it for a minute. "Yeah, strong."

Re: The Bar

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam started mixing a Long Island Iced Tea. "Everything okay?" She hadn't spoken to Aeryn in a while.

The Lounge

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Earplugs, earmuffs, cotton balls...all here!

OOC

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

So no one falls out of the post.

Re: OOC

[can_be_more]

*falls in post*

*skins knee*

*wails*

Re: OOC

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*paints your knee bright red with mercurochrome*

*lets you pick your own band-aid*

Re: OOC

[can_be_more]

*is impressed with your medical skills*

*points to Spongebob band-aid! Oh, wait, meta. Ummmm Anemonejoe band-aid!*

Re: OOC

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*places two on your knee in a little "X" pattern*