Caritas - Saturday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

It had only been one day and GOB was already sick of the Christmas music. Unfortunately, once you set zombies to a certain goal - being hungry, eating brains, spreading undeath and mayhem in a viral pattern, or playing jolly songs of the season - they tended to stick to it until it was all done.

That would be why one of the zombies hit him when he tried to steal their Santa hats.

And that's why GOB was drinking tonight.

[OOC: Yo. Here.]

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The Stage [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

All I want for Christmas is you... to give me some earplugs!

Re: The Stage [11/25]

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

A free daiquiri went a long way toward getting around Elliot's shyness. She took a deep breath, cued the zombies in, and started singing.

It's Christmastime
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime

But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging
chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
(Oooh) Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
(Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmastime again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmastime again

Re: The Stage [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB cheered. It was the least he could do since he bribed her to get up there. Actually, the least he could do was give her the free drink. So this was actually extra. She better have appreciated it.

Re: The Stage [11/25]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Well, hell. Chad applauded for the doctor because she did a really kick ass job, but, dammit, now he didn't have any excuse for not singing the song he'd discussed with the bartender if other people were already doing it too.

He quickly finished off his Corono, wincing slightly at the sound of the soggy lime dropping to the bottom of the bottle as he set it down, and took the stage a little after Elliot.

He made sure one of the zombies had maracas ready before he started his own Christmas song. He slung his guitar over his shoulders and began:

"Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom- of my heart.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom- of my heart. "

At least the lyrics were easy to remember. And, so help him, once Chad was on a stage, the hip swivels always started. The boy listened to way too much Elvis when he was a kid...

Re: The Stage [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB liked getting people on stage. It was like a Christmas gift of amusement to himself. That's why he clapped for Chad.

Re: The Stage [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

After hearing the radio report (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_radio/174177.html) while still at the bar, GOB sighed. If he was going to have competition in town, it wouldn't hurt to get the annoying redhead on his side. He assumed that word about what he was going to do would be passed down by the "radio squirrels."

GOB waled up to the stage. "This one goes out to the girl on the radio tonight."

I have a little dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I shall play!

Oh - dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I shall play!

It has a lovely body
With legs so short and thin
And when my dreidel’s tired
It drops and then I win!

Oh - dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I shall play!

My dreidel’s always playful
It loves to dance and spin
A happy game of dreidel
Come play now, let’s begin!

Oh - dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I shall play!

"Thank you, Fandom!"

The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Your order came upon a midnight clear. Whatever that means.

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer took a seat at the bar. He looked around, checking out the competition.

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey there. Welcome to Caritas," GOB said. "What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer smiled charmingly at the bartender. "What do you recommend?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"The booze, mostly," GOB joked. "Seriously, Tino over here can make just about anything you could think of. I usually stick to the Scotch, though."

"I haven't seen you around before. You new in town?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad thunked his guitar case on the seats next to him as he himself dropped into a spot. Creature of habit, he ordered a Corona, no lime.

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey, guitar kid," GOB said as a greeting while Tino brought Chad's drink over. "How's band stuff going."

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Chad greeted. "Pretty good. Kinda takin' a break with the holidays."

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Good. You know, I really like you guys and I'd be glad to keep you coming in here for as long as you want to play," GOB said. "So there's no need to perform at any new places that are going to reopen."

GOB felt that it would be smart to cut off the competition before it even knew what to compete for. GOB felt smart.

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

To celebrate being back in town and having privacy again, Wilson had suggested a very late night visit to Caritas. Armed with a promise that the young doctor would be joining him as soon as his clinic shift was over, Aziraphale settled in at the bar.

And decided to feel grateful that at least the band was wearing Santa hats and not turkey costumes.

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey there," GOB said. "What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Scotch please, neat," Aziraphale replied, smiling. "Could I ask you a question, if you don't mind?"

He waved a hand toward the band. "Why...zombies?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was totally scamming on how to get Phale to wear a Santa hat.

...

Well, at least once!

After his shift was completed, Wilson signed off with the nighttime nurse and then headed up the street towards Caritas. The one thing his parents sort of skimped on had been the booze. Oh, there had been wine, which was nice but no scotch, Wilson was seriously looking forward to a scotch.

And then a bed not a lumpy couch, thank you very much.

Heading into Caritas, he grinned at the uh...festive decorations on the zombies and after a quick scan of the area, pinpointed himself an angel.

Smiling warmly to Tino and the other gentleman behind the bar tonight, Wilson slid up onto the stool beside Aziraphale.

"This seat isn't taken is it?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

There were things it might be harder to get the angel to wear (a fake halo being one of them), but Wilson was more than welcome to give it a try!

Turning to the other man with a chuckle, Aziraphale smiled warmly over his glass. "Not taken at all, my dear. Might I buy you a drink?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

After three days with her family, Elliot needed a drink. Or a dozen.

"Strawberry daiquiri, please?" she ordered. "And why is there Christmas music already?"

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB smiled and called out to Tino, "You heard the doctor!"

He turned back to Elliot and said, "It's after Thanksgiving. The zombies felt the need to start on the Christmas stuff." In fact, GOB started them on it yesterday. He wasn't going to admit that, though.

Re: The Bar [11/25]

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Elliot said. That actually depressed her more, that it was a rational reason. It was too soon for more holidays.

She licked some foam off the top of her daiquiri. "Do they know 'Do They Know It's Christmas?'" she asked hopefully.

The Lounge [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play! Over there, though. By the tables.

OOC [11/25]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

I'm going to have a Santa GOB icon. It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when.