fandomtownies | Caritas Thursday, December 21

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Caritas Thursday, December 21

The zombies are in a festive mood and are happily launchiing into Christmas carols at random times.

Trouble is, they don't know all of the words.

Trouble is, they're making up their own words for those they don't know.

Ah well. "Have Yourself A Merry Little Tequila" could become the next big hit of the holiday season.

Caritas is open.

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Have some fun singing. The band will help.

The zombies want you to have some alcohol tonight.

Phoebe ~~is sometimes~~ here to serve you, as is Tino.

Dr. Venture seemed... happy today.

He even looked Phoebe in the eyes when he sat down. "I'll have a Rob Roy, but feel free to take your time," he said.

Phoebe smiled in a pleasant way and served him his drink with no sarcasm of anything of the sort. "Here you go, sir."

Bel was there, being the usual over-protective boyfriend.

Phoebe was happy to see him and leaned over to kiss him.

For some reason, now having two bottles of excellent brandy made Rosette even more weary about wasting them unless it was a special occational or an emergency. And you couldn't really beat atmosphere, either.

Phoebe waved at the good sister.

Parker got a Diet Coke with lime from Tino, waved to Phoebe, then settled into wait for Harper.

"Parker," Harper grinned as he took a seat next to her.

"Harper," Parker said, smiling back at him as she sipped her drink. "Aww. You're wearing a shirt."

"I can always change that if you want."

Parker dimpled back at him, and said, "Maybe next time. We already did that, after all. So, are you staying in Fandom through Christmas?"

She'd left Jarod's necklace off, because it felt weird to wear it on a date with another guy. But she was still conscious of it, back in her room.

"That's the plan," Harper said. "What about yourself?"

"I leave for Athens very early Sunday morning. Then L.A., probably Wednesday or so. I'll be back right after New Year's at the latest, I think." She stirred her drink with the straw, and said, "Should be fun, I have friends in L.A. If they don't kill each other while I'm there. Which is a different kind of fun."

"Your friends want to kill each other?" Harper asked. "Sounds like Tyr and ...well, everybody."

"Tyr?" Parker cocked her head, and said, "It's a classic demented love triangle. Except no one's in love with anyone any more."

"Big, bad Nietzschean with a chip on his shoulder," Harper said. "How can you have a love triangle without love?"

"One person's crazy, and still hung up on her ex; thinks the ex is boffing his houseboy when he's not; and the ex has a mild crush on the houseboy, who's okay with that but very straight. Love, by a very warped definition, maybe." Parker shook her head. "I'm taking popcorn to watch them try not to kill each other. Relationships shouldn't be that-- complicated." She took a quick drink to hide her sudden awareness of double-talk. "So, a Nietzschean would be...?"

"You don't know what a Nietzschean is? Lucky you."

Parker smirked back, and leaned her head on her hand, trying to relax. "Tell me how lucky I am. And tell me how you know this Tyr guy, then."

"Nietzschean? They're a genetically modified human subspecies," Harper said. "The ubers have got some major superiority complexes, it's not pretty to be a garden variety human in Nietzschean space. As for how I know Tyr, it's kinda a long story."

"Then we should save it for sometime when we get stuck somewhere together," Parker said solemnly. "Although they don't sound like bright cheerful fun. Evil vampires without bloodsucking, maybe?" She took a long sip of her drink, then rolled her eyes as the zombie band broke into We Wish You A Pina Colada. "When did they start drinking, I wonder?"

Harper shook his head. "Nah, that'd be the Magog. The Nietzschean's might've been the worst, but that's because the're human."

"So you think humans can be the most cruel?" Parker asked, intrigued. She leaned closer. "How so?"

Harper was momentarily distracted by Parker's cleavage. "I'm from Earth," he said. "We've had a lot of basis for comparisons."

Parker smirked as his gaze wandered, and said, "I don't know whether to be proud or depressed. Humans, still the number one villains of the galaxy." She raised an eyebrow. "So what else are we the best at?"

Harper grinned. Broadly.

"Thought so."

"Well, we've got our good points."

"So. Tell me about yours." Parker smile grew wicked. "What would your friends say the best thing about Seamus Zelazny Harper is?"

"I'm a mechanical genius."

So, so humble, wasn't he?

"Genius, hunh?" Parker cocked a skeptical eyebrow. "I've heard that one before. So, you've got special skills?" She dipped the lime out of her drink, and then laid it aside before taking a long slurp on her straw.

"A few," Harper nodded. "And I am a genius."

"You mentioned bombs before. Is that what you're into? Mass destruction?" Parker leaned her chin on her hand, studying him closely. "Or creation?"

"Both," Harper said. "I wish you could meet Rommie. I made her, well, her body."

Her eyes widened. "Her? Is this a ship, or a computer of some kind?" Boys and their toys. Small wonder they were always 'she.'

"Rommie?" Harper had a dreamy expression on his face. "She's not just a ship, she's the ship."

Parker grinned; the dreamy look was cute, and maybe he wasn't boasting *too* much. "So, when would I get to meet her, do you think? Or is she in the future somewhere?"

Harper shook his head. "She's in the future, I miss her though, and the rest of the crew."

"A shame. I'd like to see something you'd worked on. Judge for myself." Parker trailed the toe of one shoe up the side of his calf, expression innocent. "But maybe you can show me something else, sometime?"

Harper grinned. "Well, I have a workshop back at the apartments."

"Perfect," Parker murmurred, eyes bright. "Next time, your place, then? I'd like to see what you're capable of."

Because three months was too damn long, he was cute, he was sane, he seemed smart, and worse things had started from an impulse. She smiled at him, happy and bright. "Unless you require mechanical genius? I'm afraid my fields are more linguistics and dance."

Harper smiled back. "Oh, no, no, I'm a very big fan of cunning linguists."

Parker chortled and licked a drop of cola from her lips. "How funny. So am I."

Phoebe waved back at Parker and then went back to her work.

Here we can sit and watch the zombies massacre our favorite Christmas Carols.

Because they're always nice to have.

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