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Caritas, Sunday Evening

Ellen wasn't a big sports fan, but she was finding she was still a little disappointed at missing the Superbowl - a tavern full of hunters who barely remembered what teams played for who, cheering like there was nothing better than beer and bowls of peanuts, still was one of her favorite ways to spend an otherwise lazy Sunday.

In any case, she'd maybe spent a little longer on the phone with Ash than she'd meant, but she got to Caritas in time to open anyway.

[ooc: lord, I can't believe I forgot. *facepalm* Ellen's available, but mod Tino if you prefer.]

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The zombies appear to be wearing football jerseys, but who knows where they got them.

Ellen's available, but Tino's around as well.

Lucifer felt like getting out of the club, so what better place to go that to Caritas? It had been far too long since he had a friendly chat with G.O.B.

"Evening," Ellen greeted warmly, glad to see someone stop by if only to distract her from watching Tino gather fallen zombie parts. "What can I getcha?"

Smiling warmly, Lucifer tore his attention away from the football fan zombies. "Vodka martini please. Dirty."

"No problem," she said, taking a moment to find where they hid the olives behind the bar. The drink she placed in front of him was perhaps not elegantly made, but didn't skimp on the alcohol at least. "So what brings you 'round here tonight?"

"I was hoping to see someone" Lucifer replied, sipping his martini. "But he does not appear to be around tonight."

"Who you looking for?" she asked, curious. "I'm Ellen, by the way. New here, so I might not know them, but I've got nothing but time tonight."

"A pleasure to meet you Ellen," Lucifer replied. "Your boss, actually. G.O.B."

"GOB?" She gave Lucifer a somewhat dubious look, but bit back any comments about her boss seeming to make friends despite his lack of social wit. "He's usually here Sundays, but I got a call to come in tonight, not sure why. Sorry to disappoint."

"No disappointment here, meeting a beautiful woman such as yourself makes the trip here worth my time."

Ellen paused, her look changing to one of somewhat pleased amusement. "Why thank you. It's nice to hear that from someone who hasn't already drank half the bar."

Lucifer chuckled at that. "So, you are new to the town. How do you find it so far?"

"Not so bad," she said, shrugging a little. "Everyone's been pretty friendly anyway. I'd have a lot more to say on being in a place that lets the kids drink if I didn't know they'd be doing it anyway."

"The choice of the establishment I suppose," Lucifer said, shrugging. "If you wish to go to a club where the drinking age is actually enforced, there is the Devil's Nest. Stop by some time, I'll make sure you get a free drink."

Poaching bartenders? Lucifer? Never!

"I'll make sure to do that," she said with a smile. "You tend bar there?"

He took another sip of his martini. "Owner."

"Well, sounds like it's got one up on this place already," she said dryly.

Lucifer leaned forward and smirked. "I like to think so."

"So if I wander over there sometime this week, who should I ask for?" Ellen cocked an eyebrow, smirking back.

"Tell whomever is at the bar that your drink is on Lucifer," He replied.

Ellen blinked. "Lucifer, huh?" She paused, giving Lucifer a once over. "I've had drinks with the lord of the underworld, so I'm not even going to wonder how unlikely that might be."

See Jo. See Jo sneak. Sneak, Jo, sneak!

"I see you there, young lady," Ellen said, raising her voice so Jo could hear her clearly.

See Jo stop. "Hey, Mom," she said. "I didn't see you there."

"Uh-huh." Ellen smirked. "I know you know I wasn't born yesterday, hon."

"I know that," Jo said. "That's June twenty-third."

Ellen chuckled. "All right, you," she said. "Come and tell me how you've been doing."

Jo came over and took a seat at the bar. "I haven't been getting into trouble." Yes, she felt it necessary to say that right off the bat.

"That's reassuring," Ellen said dryly. "What else?"

"I went to see your radio date," Jo replied.

"Radio date?" Ellen gave her daughter a look. "Hades, you mean?"

"Uh-huh," Jo nodded. "Blue and on fire?"

"That's him," Ellen confirmed. "Why'd you go see him?"

"You were drinking with him," Jo said, as if that was all the reason she needed.

Ellen frowned a little. "We drank in each others' company, yes," she said. "So?"

"You drank with the Lord of the Underworld," Jo said.

"So?" Ellen gave her daughter an amused look. "Sweetie, just because we had a couple drinks doesn't make it a date."

"You're my mother," Jo squawked in outrage. "You're not mean to be drinking with some blue flamer!"

"I can drink with whomever I want," Ellen said patiently. "But I'll make sure to let you know when you can start worrying about it."

Jo just scowled.

Quiet and out of sight, but if you're Jo you still shouldn't relax too much.

*falls over*

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The Lounge

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