http://bluth-illusions.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bluth-illusions.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-03-24 06:22 pm
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Caritas - Saturday evening [Open]

After last night, GOB was all set for a quiet night behind the bar. Nothing was going to make tonight too interesting.

GOB opened up the cash register and broke open a roll of pennies. His change launcher had been acting up recently, so he needed to test it out. He was being smart, though. It would be annoying to have Tino clean up the pennies around the bar - Tino would surely get in his way while he tried to sit around - so he moved to the stage, bringing his drink with him.

He set his glass on the edge of the stage and cued the zombies to play The Final Countdown.

After some prancing around, GOB knocked over his glass, which spilled onto the dance floor. He didn't notice this.

And then, when it was time to test his change launcher, a flame shot from his other wrist. "Dammit. It was the fireball I was having trouble with, not the change! Dammit!"

While GOB cursed himself, the flame hit the whiskey on the dance floor.

After much flailing and Tino using the fire extinguisher to clear the fire and cover GOB in foam, the threat had ended.

The dance floor, however, had burned down. Again.

"Tino, get the tables and chairs set up."

[OOC: Caritas: Burning down dance floors since 2007.]

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that disinfectant?" Hannelore guessed as she stared around at the rest of the bar.

She carefully pulled a wet nap from her bag and wiped down the barstool before sitting down.

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Dry martini? In a clean glass," she requested. "There was a dance floor?"

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Is this like, straight-from-the-washer clean?" Hannelore asked Tino, eyeing the drink. "And how did it burn down?"

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Fireball?" Hannelore asked, discreetly wiping a napkin around the rim of the glass.

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"..."

Hannelore just stared at him before asking, "Can you recommend your therapist? I haven't found a good one."

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Of course."

Clearly GOB was not ready for therapy. Hannelore understood this. She'd have to subtly encourage him to go, however, since he obviously needed it.

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hannelore watched the pennies, and replied, "Do you know how many people touch money before it passes into your hands?"

Re: The Bar [3/24]

[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"What are you going to do with those now that they've been all over the place?" she asked worriedly.

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[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You should wash them first."

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[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"You could put them in a sanitized container with a soapy disinfecting solution," Hannelore said, as though this were the obvious thing to do with coins.