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Caritas [Sunday evening]

Greg ambled into Caritas and settled himself behind the bar with a deck of cards.

He'd learned a few interesting tricks online, and thought that a slow shift at work might be the best place to hone his new magic skillz.

[~~Finals continue to eat my brain. Responses will be slow like slow things, and you're probably better off modding Tino~~ As of tonight, Greg's fired anyway. :D Mod Tino, since that other guy isn't an employee anymore.]

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Sing...magically!

Drink...magically!

GOB had finally found his way out of the back room after last night and was surprised to see Greg at the bar. "Hair Guy. What are you doing here? It's Saturday."

He hadn't yet remembered that Greg was normally scheduled for Saturdays.

"Sunday, sir," Greg corrected, holding out fanned cards. "Pick a card, any card."

"I was back there for a day?" GOB asked. He suddenly wanted to strangle Tino. "Why should I pick a card?"

"Because I can tell you what it is," Greg said. "It's magic."

"It's not magic, it's an illusion," GOB corrected.

Greg, foolishly thinking that GOB was just playing along, replied, "Nuh uh, it's magic."

"Magic is either a sham run by filthy jackasses who don't deserve to have a rabbit in their hat or scary real stuff used by filthy jackasses who want to show up an honest illusionist," GOB declared.

"This is totally magic," Greg said, frowning. "Calling it an illusion implies that it's not real, and for magic to work, you have to believe in it."

"Illusions are real. Real art," GOB said. "What's next, you're going to call that a 'trick'?"

"A magic trick," he corrected.

"I know hookers. I like hookers. You are not a hooker," GOB said. "You're fired."

That might make more sense if you've ever heard GOB define the word "trick."

Greg blinked. "What?"

"Take your 'magic' and get the hell out of here," GOB demanded.

"...why?" Greg asked, genuinely perplexed.

"Because you don't understand illusion," GOB said. "And I never liked you anyway."

Greg looked sad. "Do I get severance?"

"If by severance you mean 'not getting thrown out the door and onto your ass,' then yeah, you get severance unless you keep pissing me off," GOB said.

"No, I meant severance pay," Greg said. "It's the law."

He actually wasn't sure of that.

"That's it," GOB said. "Tino! Pick this kid up and give him severance through the door! WAIT. No. Tino, you're a jackass. Zombie Number Two. Come down here, pick this kid up, and give him severance through the door!"

The zombie in question picked up his saxophone and started to play.

Greg picked up his cards. "I think I'll just go, sir. Nice working for you."

"I know," GOB said. "I'm a great boss."

"Right," Greg said, rolling his eyes and strolling out the door.

"Tino! You cover the bar. And if I find out you weren't wearing a shirt at any point tonight, you'll be playing tambourine for the zombies," GOB said.

What GOB didn't know is that the zombies liked Tino too much to eat the guy who supplied them with brains. Unless he stopped supplying them with brains. Also, Tino didn't know how to play the tambourine.

Lounge...magically!

The magic of the OOC thread.

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