fandomtownies | Caritas - Tuesday Evening

What better way to let people know you've arrived then drunkenly screaming the lyrics of "Welcome to the Jungle" to the tune of "Dream, the Impossible Dream"?

Billy, more than a little tipsy took to the stage, and was pleasantly surprised to see that the song he'd wanted was indeed in the repetoir.

I've been a sinner,
I've been a saint,
done both good and evil deeds,
Oh but in the end, I was good to my friends,
And that's good enough for me.

Oh good Lord,
They way all souls you forgive.
Well if that's true than why,
Does there need to be a hell?
Hey!
What's that sulfery smell?
I can feel,
The flames,
Creepin' up my thigh.

I'm goin' to hell,
In a hand basket.
It's a bohemian Rhapsody
Oh Galileo, Mama Mia,
Scaramouch, Scaramouch,
Beezelbub's got a devil put aside for me!

I'm goin' to hell,
In a handbasket.
Of my flesh they'll make a feast.
I'm gonna be there in that number,
That's 666 the number of the beast!

I'm goin' to hell,
In a handbasket.
At least I'll have a view.
I can see the fire,
through the rusty razor wire!
But don't you worry I've saved a seat for you!

I'm goin' to hell,
In a handbasket.
And I might like it that way.
No it ain't no lie,
I'd rather be Kentucky Fried,
Then alive and kickin' in
Springfield any day.

I'm goin' to hell
In a handbasket
I'd pray if I had the guile.
Not this ain't no fib,
I'd rather be a splatter on the devil's bib,
'Cause on my knees repentin' ain't my style.

I'm goin' to hell,
In a hand basket
Oh please don't pray for me.
No I don't need to be saved,
Of the devil I ain't afraid,
There ain't nothing he can do
that ain't already been done to me.

I'm goin' to hell,
in a handbasket,
And I'll have good company too.
Cause if I was so bad,
Then there's no need to be sad,
'Cause everybody else will be there too! (See you there dad!)

Oh Good Lord,
I only ask you forgive,
The self righteous who decieve.
When your words they twist,
We both know Hell don't exist.
Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe.

Mod Tino or talk to Jane.

Flynn walked in and marched up to the bar.

"Doctor Venture said this place was pretty good." He looked around for a stool or something to sit on. "White Russian." he ordered, waving the rather hot looking bartender down.

~~Would that be Tino or Jane? :)~~

"Tino! Get this guy a White Russian!" she turned to Flynn. "That's a drink right? Because if it's not, you're in the wrong place."

Flynn laughed. "Yes, indeed it is, my dear."
He looked around and smiled. "Place looks... dead tonight. No pun intended."

Jane shrugged and smirked as some disgruntled "muuuuh" noises came from the stage.

"We have our on nights and our off nights."

[[ooc: sorry got pulled away from the computer. Back now.]]

"I'd hate to see the off nights then." Flynn smiled.
He took a sip of the drink and grinned.

"Just right." he raised his glass to Tino.

"So." he took a breath. "What passes for excitement round these parts?"
He smiled at Jane. He pulled out his wallet and pulled a few 20's out, placing them carefully on the bar.

"Troll attacks."

"So I've heard." Flynn took another drink.
"But I don't think these trolls could hold a lick to the MCP."
He looked to her face. "Tell me what you know about the School."
Flynn grinned a sly grin.

"You don't want to fuck with the kids up there." Jane said smiling. "Teachers are pretty interesting."

"That's good to know." Flynn remarked. "Not that I had any plans on fucking with the kids. Except maybe through throwing them a pop quiz now and again." Flynn grinned.

"I take it you're a new teacher then? What do ya teach?"

"Computer Science." He took another drink. Finding the glass empty, he signalled down to Tino, who nodded and went to work.

"After 25 years of sitting behind a desk, I decided it was time for a new challenge."

"25 years of sitting behind anything would fucking call for a change I would think." Jane said taking the new drink from Tino and setting it in front of Flynn.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the fuck Computer Science is... Is it anything like 'jiggery pokery'?"

Flynn smiled. He liked this comely lass. 25 years of people who kissed his ass, and Lora. Unattainable Lora.

"Yeah, you could say that." Flynn took a sip and smiled. "I teach people how to use computers and make them more... friendly."

"Computers are them things where you tap on stuff and it figures things out for you? We got a bunch of those."

"Yes indeed." Flynn nodded. "But enough about that. Tell me about yourself. What makes a lovely lady as yourself want to tend a bar?"

"Well, at first, it was access to drink. But now I do it for the company."

Flynn nodded. "I used to run an arcade... a place where kids could come and play games. I did it so I'd still feel young." he grew silent. "Then life caught up with me." he took another sip.

"Perhaps that's why I'm here playing teacher."

"You're teaching to feel old? Or because you want to..."

Jane struggled to think of a way to express how watching all the little ones walking to the school in the camp made her feel.

"...have an impact on the future?"

Flynn looked at her.

"For all I've done and everything I have, I still feel like it's not enough." he thought. "But perhaps I'm doing it to feel young again."

Jane scratched her neck and thought about it.

"Did something happen to take away your youth when you were young?"

He's obviously more from around this time, and who knows how long a "youth" would last for somebody like him.

"You could say that." Flynn took a big gulp of the White Russian.
"I was a boy genius. I started working when I was 16. Within 4 years, I was ENCOM's best and brightest programmer."

He sighed.

"I never had time to enjoy all those little things. Then, when I could afford to do it, being an adult put a stop to that."

He started to grasp that something was different about this lady. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he somehow got the feeling that even if he told her that he was his world's richest man and all the adventures he had on the other side of the screen, and she wouldn't care or understand. Internally, he sighed.
Even now, he felt the same way. It felt good to get things off his chest, but eventually, he'd have to leave and face the outside world again.

When Jane was 15, her father had died leaving her with 5 siblings to take care of. Of course, her mother had dies the year before, so she was already running the family.

Of course, to her mind, 15 was about the age you start taking on adult responsibilities.

If she was angry about having to pack up five siblings and move from Missouri to Wyoming she supposed she could blame her parents for dying.

This guy didn't have anything but himself to blame.

"Well." she said holding up a shot of bourbon to clink with whatever was left of that White Russian. "Here's to second youths."

He clinked back. "I agree. Here's to being young again."

He looked around, and looked back. "Kevin Flynn, boy genius. Everyone calls me Flynn, though."

"Jane. Jane Canary. Proud to meet 'cha Flynn."

"As am I, my dear." he gently took her hand and kissed it lightly. "It's rare that I meet someone who speaks their mind so... openly." He stared at the empty glass. "My world is filled with yes-people."

Worried that it was getting late, he didn't want to keep Jane past the hours of operation, Flynn looked at his watch.

"Is there a place to get some grub open this late?"

Kissed... Her... Hand?

Jane looks at Flynn as if he has eyes on stalks.

"Uhhh, you could probably ~~handwavy since I jusr realize to my horror I didn't post it today~~ get something at All and Sundries, it's a sort of general store. And there's a place called Luke's might still be open."

Flynn thought hard for a moment through the slight buzz he had.

"On the other hand, I should have a fully stocked larder and quite a selection of fine liquors back at the house..."

He reached into his pocket and nearly fumbled out a small electronic device. "Clu?"

"Yes, User?"

"Is the house done?"

"Yes, User."

He put the device back in his pocket. He pondered asking Jane to help him back home, but he imagined that she had better things to do.

"I'd offer to cook you up a late dinner, but I imagine..." he got quiet. "And it is incredibly forward, but outside of that strange little Doctor Venture person, I don't know anyone else yet." He grew quiet. "That, and I've forgotten how to get back to my place."

"Do you need somebody to walk your drunk ass home?" Jane asked, rather amused.

Tino looked hopeful.

Flynn grinned. "Nah. If you can point me in the right direction though, I'd be obliged."
He picked up all but 3 of the 20's, and he smiled.

"Where do you live then?"

"Somewhere on Griffin... 13, I think."
Flynn's PDU began to buzz, but Flynn ignored it.

"Well, your little fella in the box could probably help you but..."

Jane explained how to get to Griffin way from the bar.

And armed with instructions, Flynn set off into the night ready to crawl into his new bed and sleep til the next day.

[OOC: and with that I head to bed as well]

Billy stalked into the bar. For the first time in his life, he wanted to lose control. He was still seeting from his ~~still being played~~ confrontation (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/258246.html?thread=7072198#t7072198) with Aziraphale.

"Something with plenty of alchohol in it." he requested of Tino, who complied. Billy knocked it back, recalling the actions of various past aquaintences. Oh good god that tasted foul.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

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