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Caritas, Wednesday Evening

Jarod decided to try something different. So, the zombies (after a little calf brain bribery) were convinced to play music of the nineteen sixties--jazz, blues, protest songs, folk, whatever they wanted from the era. There was even a discussion of Woodstock (one of the zombies said he'd been there) and the appeal of the Beatles (another one claimed to have eaten the brain of the little-known sixth one).

Tino heard the music and went to get something called a roach clip, which made no sense to Jarod, who hadn't known they had hair. He also hadn't know about the cultural significance of tie-dyeing clothing. Jarod dimmed the lights, lit a little bit of incense (which helped to cover up the smoky smell a bit, he thought), and some candles. Then he set some incredibly strong coffee on to brew.

[ooc: Welcome to sixties night! Come get your protest on or grab the mic and protest your little heart out. Jarod will be around until about 11:30 EST, when I go to bed. After that, feel free to mod Tino.]

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Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free.

The eastern world,
It is explodin'.
Violence flarin',
Bullet's loadin'.
You're old enough to kill,
But not for votin'.
You don't believe in war,
But what's that gun your totin'?
And even the Jordan River has, bodies floatin'.

But ya, tell me,
Over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, ya don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.

Yeah, an' feeling good was easy, lord, bobby sang the blues,

The mere idea of protesting in the air was enough to draw Maureen to Caritas.

Or she just needed a drink and was hoping that Jarod was working.

"Hey, cutie," she greeted him, sliding him on the bar stool.

He smiled and tried not to feel awkward about the fact that he had a date with another girl the next day. "Hey."

"Still having a good new year?" Maureen asked.

"Absolutely. Must have something to do with the way I rang it in," he winked at her. "What can I get for you?"

"What did I tell you?" she teased. "I'll take a gin and tonic with a twist of lime."

Jarod grabbed a glass and started mixing the drink. "So, you still enjoying your new year?"

"I've got no complaints," Maureen said, looking around the bar as he prepared her drink. "Is it theme night or something?" she asked.

"I get bored easily," he grinned, giving her her drink, complete with jaunty green paper umbrella, "and this keeps me entertained. The sixties were a fascinating time."

Maureen took a long drink before replying. "If I had a time machine, I would definitely want to go to the 60s," she said. "All those protests and all that free love and fellowship."

Jarod chuckled. "You don't have a time machine? I bet you'd make a delightful hippie."

"I think so, too," Maureen agreed. "Any idea where I can find one?"

No, she really had no idea that in Fandom, it was entirely possible to find someone with one.

Jarod actually had to give that some thought. "Nope. I used to know a couple of people with spaceships, but they graduated."

GOB walked up to the bar and ignored his ringing cell phone. "Hey, Jarod. Scotch. How are you?"

"Not bad," Jarod shrugged and poured GOB his drink. "Your phone's ringing," he added helpfully.

"I'm ignoring it," GOB said. "Hey, what's that smell?"

"Incense," Jarod said, deciding not to ask about the phone thing. "Thought it might help with the burnt smell."

GOB had some personal experience with burnt smells that would have been common in the sixties and ways to cover them up, so he managed to put two and two together. "Got it. I won't mention it to anyone, Jarod. As your friend, what you do for recreation during working hours is safe with me."

Jarod sniffed at his soda, but didn't smell anything other than incense and burnt dance floor. "Recreation? Oh, do you mean Jaye coming in the other night? Because I suppose I could ask her not to come in when I'm working if it bothers you."

"You get that stuff from Jay?" GOB asked, thinking of the stoner creep who tended to be far too enthusiastic about Three Minute Dates. "And he's a guy. He just has long hair."

"What, the incense?" Jarod asked, more than a little confused. "No, I ~~handwavily~~ bought it from All and Sundries. And Jaye's definitely a girl."

"Wait, that stuff's legal here?" GOB asked. "God, I love this town. And Jay's either a guy or the least appealing lesbian ever. Who knows, maybe she's bi."

"I thought it was legal everywhere?" Jarod asked, then shook his head and said, "No, if she's a lesbian, she's a very appealing one." Although the suggestion that she was bisexual led to some very intriguing ideas that he definitely wouldn't be sharing with Jaye while they were at the movies.

GOB couldn't help but wonder what Jarod's brunette had done to him if he now thought Jay was an appealing woman. He shuddered. Strangely enough, he would have had the same reaction if he knew Jarod meant Jaye-with-an-e.

"To each his own, I guess. Are you sure it wouldn't be better to just spend some time with one of Becky's girls? Or two or three of them?"

"I don't have that kind of money," he laughed. Or those kinds of survival skills, really.

"Employee discount, come on!" GOB said, trying to spare Jarod from dating Jay.

"I don't think of them that way, really," Jarod shrugged. They were friends, and perfectly nice people when they weren't attacking and killing things, but he wasn't interested in dating them.

"I feel so sorry for you," GOB said.

Of course, GOB paid to have sex with most of those girls at some point, so it only made sense that he saw them as hookers first and people that would tell Becky if he tried to have sex with them second. They weren't perfectly nice people or friends until fifth or sixth down the list.

"Why?"

"Because those girls are really good at their jobs," GOB said. He sighed happily in memory.

Jarod cleared his throat. "I believe that."

"With good reason," GOB said, finishing off his drink. His phone started ringing again. "Well, have a good night, Jarod. Good luck with Jay." GOB cringed again.

Leo still thought it was the 70's, but he really missed the 60's. He was so there. And possibly sharing a little somethin' with Tino.

Rose took a long look at the band and only now realized they weren't her mother's regular band. In fact, they looked... kind of decaying.

"Wotcher, Jarod!" She greeted, "Say, you're band wouldn't happen to be zombies, would they?"

Leo waved his joint. I mean perfectly legit cigarette.

Rose noticed someone waving ~~a joint~~ ~~legitimate cigarette~~ at her. She returned the wave.

"Welcome to the 60's man." he grinned.

Rose returned the grin. "So, we doin' the time warp then?"

"Or somethin' like that." Leo said, looking thoughtfull. He didn't think he'd heard of that dance. "How's it go?"

Rose laughed. "Dunno myself."

You know feeling good was good enough for me, hmm mm,

Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

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