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Caritas -- Thursday 11/30

Phoebe opened Caritas early and after checking out the zombie band, she set herself up behind the bar.

She watched the band fora bit and then went back to being slightly distracted.

[[OOC: Afk for a bit due to soreness. SP or mod Tino]]

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Sing a song and have some fun.

What's your poison?

"Rob Roy," Dr. Venture said, sitting down at the bar. "A girl bartender, how amusing."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow.

"How is it amusing?"

"Let me guess, a lot of people end up asking for their drinks shaken, not stirred?" Dr. Venture asked.

Phoebe stared at him for a moment.

"Only if they want to end up wearing their drink."

"How old are you, anyways?" Dr. Venture pushed his glasses back up on his nose and looked Phoebe directly in the breasts.

Phoebe reached out and grabbed his chin, lifting it up to meet her eyes. "My face is up here."

Phoebe, do not dump a drink on him.

Dr. Venture scowled for a second. "Sorry, I was having trouble focusing my eyes for a second."

Bel stared at the creepy old guy checking out his girlfriend.

Phoebe smiled at Cole.

Phoebe gave him a look. "Next time focus your eyes on my face and not my chest or you will be very unhappy with what happens."

"You know, I wonder how much your boss would like to hear about your being rude to the customers," Dr. Venture said. "Look, It was one little ogle. A pretty girl like you can't possibly not being used to that. Now just pour my drink and move on, if I'm that offensive to your delictate sensibilities. Sheesh."

Phoebe gave him a cheerful smile. "My boss trusts me to take care of things on my own, thank you very much. And no, I'm not used to being ogled. Most of the people who come in her do not ogle." She laughed. "I never said my sensibilities were delicate. I said talk to my face."

"Fine, fine," Dr. Venture said. "I'll play along. Just next time maybe you should put up a sign saying its that time of the month and you should expect bitchy service."

Yeah, that was probably a bad thing for him to say. Phoebe looked over where Tino was and saw he was busy, so she couldn't force this guy on him.

Still keeping a cheerful smile on her face, Phoebe picked up a bottle and poured it over Dr. Venture's head.

Dr. Venture stood up in a rage, and looked over his shoulder as if to tell Brock to kill this insolent girl...

...but Brock wasn't around, dammit.

"You're lucky my licensed-to-kill bodyguard isn't around, hussy," he growled. "I'm going to change my speedsuit, and when I get a hold of your manager, oh, you'll wish I hadn't."

"Now see, telling me about your bodyguard, that could be considered as a threat, sir, that added to your foul mouth and staring at my chest gives me a better case than it gives you. Calling me a hussy? That's harrassment. Mr. Bluth hired me because I bring in people who spend money and because I can take care of myself. Make a complaint if you wish, it won't do anything."

She cocked her head. "You can apologize and have a drink on the house, or you can leave." She smiled charmingly. "You're lucky it was me. There are two other girls who work here who would have hit you or maybe shot you. Last year? V would have tasered you."

"So it's okay for women to break the law and not men? Get over yourself, you're what, eighteen? I have more money than you'll ever dream of, missy. You can make all the threats of violence you want, but tipping a drink over my head, that's assault and possibly battery. Not to mention you laid a hand on me first. You don't scare me," Dr. Venture said.

"Money obviously didn't come with manners atached for you," Phoebe said calmly. "And pouring a drink over the head of a man who was insulting is not a crime anywhere in this country -- and niether is making you removed your eyes from my chest and look me in the face when addressing me. You get over yourself Mister."

Phoebe hadn't felt this cheerful in awhile.

"It's called asking," Dr. Venture said. "You grabbed my head, you got upset because I called you pretty? Maybe you should dunk your head in a bucket of sulphuric acid, then you'd look the same on the outside as you do on the inside." He crossed his arms and sat back down. "Now give me my Rob Roy like I asked, please."

"Oh you just don't learn, do you, Mister?" She shook her head. "I pity you for the next girl you decide to talk to the chest of. Around here, that will get you smacked." She shook her head. "Look, you started out being annoying and then jumped to obnoxious and just plain rude."

She mixed his drink. "I can tell you haven't run into many of the girls here because you don't have any bruisings or contusions around your face and you still appear to have all of yur teeth."

"Because apparently violence is the answer?" Dr. Venture pulled out one of his pills and swallowed it. "Look, I didn't do anything to hurt you and I didn't disrespect you more than I do anyone else that is completely beneath me. I know you're out of my league because you're young enough to be my daughter. You think I'd want to have sex with my daughter? That'd be sick. S, I, C, K. Sick. Now that you're trying to imply I'm an incestuous perv, why am I even bothering here? Good day, Miss Goldman. Up with women, down with common respect. Blah, blah, blah." He threw up his hands and started to walk out of the bar.

"Beneath you?!" Okay now Phoebe might be sputtering and getting angry. "Look Mister, that attitude will get you no place in Fandom. And you wouldn't have sex with your daughter, but you'd ogle her chest? And who in the hell is Miss Goldman?"

It was probably a good idea that she didn't look to see if Cole was paying attention to this conversation.

Dr. Venture didn't even honor that with another reply, and stormed out.

Itwas a good thing, too, as evidenced by the glass that slammed into the door where his head had been moments before.

Bel was there for Phoebe's shift, as always.

"Hi love."

This is a pretty good place to hide.

Because they are useful.

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