Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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It was a quiet night. A quiet, dry night. Too quiet. Too dry.

That's why Tino dumped GOB's first glass of scotch of the night on him.

"What the hell?" GOB demanded to know. Tino put ten bucks down on the bar. GOB picked it up. "Fine. I'll forgive you this time."

Tino made a point to write on all of the napkins, "Dump a drink on GOB! $10!"

[OOC: I'm around and you can indeed dump drinks on GOB.]

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The Stage [3/16]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Sing!

The Bar [3/16]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Drink! Or, alternately, dump your drink on GOB!

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Someone so freaky looking shouldn't be so hard to find. Nonetheless, John hadn't seen Scorpius anywhere and that's why he's sitting at the Caritas bar, doing something akin to pouting.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"Hello, John," Scorpius said with cheerful menace as he walked up to the bar. "How have you been?"

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

And that's when John knocked over his drink and jumped off his stool. Taking a few steps back, he said, "You are alive."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"I am," Scorpius confirmed, stepping forward and reaching to plant a friendly hand on John's shoulder. "And you seem to be more or less in your right mind. Well done!"

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"No freaking thanks to you," John snapped, clenching his fists at his side. "You son of a bitch."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"My mother was actually the pleasant one," Scorpius jested. "You seem to have overcome the neural chip much sooner than the Crichton I knew did. That is an impressive feat."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," John lied. "It didn't work on you, you masked freak."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette's eyes were wide as she saw the sign; her lower lip might have quivered a little.

"What a terrible waste of booze!" she lamented, without realizing that, it weren't for the fact that it had been weeks since she'd had a drop of alcohol, she'd find the idea hysterical and not at all tragic.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"I'm with you there, Sister," GOB said. He hadn't seen the sign, but his hair was still slightly wet from earlier. "What can I get you?"

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette let out a big sigh. "A soda, please. Coke, maybe..." She still frowned at the sign, still disturbed. What a waste, really! Saddest thing ever.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB stared at Rosette for a moment. "You mean rum and Coke, right?"

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

A devistated look crossed Rosette's face, her blue eyes filling with the tragedy of it all.

"...No," she said very quietly, tightly, as if on the verge of tears. "Jus'....just..." She could barely say it, "the Coke."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Why?" GOB asked, a shocked look on his face as he poured the Coke.

"Tino, I need a stiff drink," he requested as he handed the Coke over to Rosette.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Lent," Rosette responded woefully, slumping onto the bar with her chin in her hand. "It blows."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John waves to Rosette.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette waved back to John, before sighing into her Coke again.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John brings his coke with magical rum flavors over to her. "You okay? You seem a bit down," he says, poking her in the arm in a competely non-tickly way.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette pouted profusely at John, shoulders sagging. "I hate Lent. I'm in a bar. Drinking soda. In a bar."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry? In a bar. But I'm here. In a bar." Okay, if she's drank something funny or eaten something deranged that made her add 'in a bar' to the end of each sentence, he can go with it.

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette arched an eyebrow at him, and then sighed. "I guess that does help a little," she decided with a small smile. "If I can't have alcohol, might as well have some...okay company."

Re: The Bar [3/16]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John sees the sign and dumps a drink on GOB. Even if it is a half-drunk Coke from an empty table.

He walks up to the bar and orders a rum and coke.

The Lounge [3/16]

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Sit and drink without wet spots on the floor!

OOC [3/16]

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Don't dump water on me!