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Caritas, Monday Evening

Ah, blessed silence. Jarod had put the duct tape to a new and intriguing use, and as a result, his evening promised to be much happier.

The zombies, on the other hand, were glaring at him, not that they could do much with their hands taped behind them and their mouths taped shut. When they got bored with that, they glared at the female zombie, as if to indicate that this was somehow her fault.

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Karaoke machine, anyone?

Jarod's here, as is Tino

Isabel wandered in and took a seat at the bar. "I have had a week," she said. "Can you make me something fruity and fun to make up for it?"

"Absolutely. Strawberry or tropical?" Jarod studied her. "Everything okay?"

"Tropical sounds good. It'll make up for the weather outside," Isabel said. "And it's fine now. But last week sucked. My evil twin came to town."

Jarod began mixing pineapple, mango, guava, orange, and banana juices, coconut milk, and ice, then blended it together. "Evil twin? I didn't know you had a twin at all. What happened?"

"I didn't either, until a two weeks ago," she said watching as he mixed the drink with interest. "Apparently when they created us, they created a second set for some reason. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but Lonnie, my twin, killed her brother and then somehow they wound in Roswell. Max did something that pissed her off and she decided the best way to get revenge was to come here and mess with my head."

Jarod placed the drink (complete with green umbrella) in front of Isabel and looked at her with concern. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks," Isabel smiled, taking a sip of the drink. "We wound up having a nice discussion the other night, and I pointed out that it would be in her best interests to leave town immdediately. She eventually agreed with me and as far as I know, she left. But if you happen to run into me? And I'm acting oddly? Get away fast. I don't trust her."

He nodded. "I can do that." Or he could persuade her a little more...strongly to leave Isabel alone for good.

"Good, she didn't hurt anyone last week, but now I think all bets are off." Isabel took sip of her drink and nodded. "This is tasty."

"I'm glad you like it. It's an Isabel original."

"Well remember the recipe, because I'll be looking for it again. So what else have you been up to? Anything exciting?"

He shrugged. "Nothing in particular. Kinda quiet." Avoiding Parker.

"Keeping a low profile are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So far. It seems best." Jarod wasn't quite sure how to explain what he was doing, since he didn't really know.

"Understandable, she's still pretty mad. And then the whole arrest and night in jail didn't help matters," Isabel said, shaking her head.

"I guess it didn't," Jarod got very busy wiping down the bar.

Isabel thought about it for a minute, then stared at Jarod. "Jarod?"

He looked up at her. "Yes, Isabel?"

"Sydney wasn't the first person she called, was he?"

"She called Sydney?" Jarod hadn't known about that.

"I guess. She said that he insisted on going to IHOP with the band as payment for bailing her out," Isabel said with a small laugh. "He told embarrassing stories of her childhood."

He smiled a bit wistfully. "Sounds like a good time."

"I'm almost sorry I missed it," she said. "But still, I'm glad I didn't have to call for bail. My parents would have flipped. They had enough of that with Max this summer. Although I suppose a bar brawl is a bit better then armed robbery."

"Armed robbery?" Jarod blinked.

Isabel picked the umbrella out of her drink and twirled it. "Yup, This summer Max was on a quest to find out where the remains of our ship was located. And somehow in a fit of wisdom he and his girlfriend decided the best way to do it was to hold up a convienience store so they could search the basement."

"That's...a very unique way of doing things," Jarod decided. "How'd that work out?"

"They got arrested, my folks wanted answers, he wouldn't tell them the truth. It got ugly." Isabel rubbed her eyes, remembering that horrible trip home. "Between that and now this whole thing with Lonnie, I think I'll be staying here for Thanksgiving."

Really, they're not directing their evil eye at you.

Yay, tape!

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Caritas, Monday Evening

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The Lounge

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