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Caritas, Wednesday Evening

Jarod had seen the signs advertising the re-opening of the dance club, and decided it was time to fight fire with fire. He encouraged the zombie band to play upbeat, happy music, then posted a sign on the door.

WE CARD, BUT ALL I.D. CARDS ARE ACCEPTED

There. That should take care of that little problem.

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She put the lime in the coconut

Tino's here, as is Jarod. Drink as you will.

Miho, having discovered the other bar won't serve her any more, has decided to give Caritas some patronage. She even brought money to actually pay them with instead of glaring until they gave her drinks on the house.

Jarod bowed slightly in welcome. //What can I get for you, Miho?//

Miho shrugged.

//Beer, saki, tequila? Maybe a hint?//

Miho gave Jarod a 'you choose' look.

This is not a test. It just seems that way.

Jarod shrugged and got Miho a bottle of Japanese beer, then added a pink umbrella.

The umbrella made it win. Miho nodded approval and paid for her beer.

Jarod raised a brow at that, but took the money and gave Miho her change.

Looking rather irritated (as usual), Dr. Venture sat at the bar and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Rob Roy," he said.

"Jarod," he grinned, even as he began mixing the drink. "Nice to meet you."

[ooc: Sorry, dead of bad joke, but I couldn't resist.]

"Oh this is one hell of a way to start an evening," Dr. Venture said, shaking his head. "How's the nightlife here, Jarod?"

Jarod glanced around the bar. "Um, this is pretty much it, if you've already been to the Park, the Perk, the bakery, and the dance club." He placed the drink in front of the man.

"Guess every place has their quirks... Okay, is it just me, or is that girl frighteningly pale?" Dr. Venture asked, pointing over at Miho.

Jarod shook his head subtlely, trying to convey that making personal remarks about Miho might not be in best interest of the doctor's continued health. "She's exactly the right shade of pale," Jarod said.

"She some kind of Dracula or something?" Dr. Venture winced. "I sound like my son Dean. God help me."

"If Miho wants you to know who or what she is, she'll tell you," Jarod said. "And you have a son?"

"Two, unfortunately," Dr. Venture grumbled before taking a gulp of his drink. "Not on the island, though. Dean and Hank. And unlike some people, no, I do not have pictures in my wallet to share."

"I didn't realize it was mandatory to carry pictures of one's offspring."

"Oh, get some people started, and it's like they carry their kid's life story in pictures with them everywhere. It's disgusting," Dr. Venture grumbled. "I don't even like taking my boys with me most places. Why would I want a cheap facsimile?"

"Because they're quiet?" Jarod suggested.

"It's a painful reminder of failure, that's what it is," Dr. Venture grumbled.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Jarod said, trying to back away slowly.

"Don't even get me started on them. You know I honestly have lost track of how many times they've died on me? I think it was seventeen at last count. Seven. Teen."

Jarod blinked. "Um..."

"Do you know how expensive it is to clone one child seventeen times, let alone two?"

"...no?"

"Well let me tell you, it's not cheap. If the government didn't keep my wallet funded with all those contracts, I'd never be able to afford them." He sighed. "Give me another one of these, would you?" He'd finished his first Rob Roy.

"Government contracts? What kind of work do you do?" Jarod asked, mixing another drink.

"Science, of course," Dr. Venture said. "I mean, who else is going to provide the United States with animated dead bodies capable of being loaded with C4 in their chest cavities?"

"Um..." Jarod gave that question some serious consideration. "Did you ever work out of a think tank in Blue Cove, Delaware?"

"I don't work well with others," Dr. Venture said. "The only think tanke I ever got involved with was with Richard Impossible up in the arctic. And that was a sham."

Miho glared at Dr. Venture over the pink umbrella in her beer.

Dr. Venture interpreted the glare as something less violent, and instantly adjusted his posture in attempts to show off his butt.

Which really, he shouldn't be attempting to show off at all.

Miho looked momentarily alarmed. She wondered if humanity would miss this guy.

Humanity really wouldn't, though one must assume the US Government might, given the OSI protection they grant Dr. Venture.

He didn't acknowledge Miho any more. He'd let the lady come to papa, if she wanted to.

Miho made no move whatsoever toward Dr. Venture. However, at some point during the evening, a card for the sin mysteriously appeared near him. What the hell? They could always use more business.

"Hey there Jarod."

Which would be a perfect place for a dance floor.

La!

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The Lounge

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