Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was lacking something in his life. Some excitement. Some drama. Some women in various states of undress.

Something needed to change. He was going to find himself a woman and get her drunk tonight.

That's when he noticed the Zombie Bass Player's zombie girlfriend making eye contact (with her remaining eye) and waving to him in a manner that - if her flesh weren't rotting - could have been cute.

GOB, being an experienced flirt, recognized the meaning behind that wave.

He didn't need a woman that bad. He did, however, need a drink. That's why he was drinking tonight.

[OOC: I'm around. Huzzah!]

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The Stage [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

If you look carefully at the bass player, you can see confusion on his rotted face as he wondered where Zombie Yoko was looking.

The Bar [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

If you look carefully at the bartender, youn can see worry on his face as he wondered if the bass player knew who Zombie Yoko was looking at.

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[chasingangela]

Angela was giving Marty a look as she walked into the bar. "You have to order," she said. "He always asks how old I am."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," Marty grinned. "What are you in the mood for?"

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[chasingangela]

"Just a cherry coke," Angela said. "I might warm up to actual, like, alcohol later tonight."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty signaled for the bartender. "Seven and Seven and a cherry coke if you don't mind!"

He then took off his coat and tossed it on a bar stool. "How were your finals?"

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[chasingangela]

"Surprisingly normal," Angela said. "I was almost disappointed. But I think I did pretty good. How were yours?"

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Give me enough alcohol to kill a herd of wild and free horsies that may bear a resemblance to My Little Ponies."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[chasingangela]

Angela tried to stifle her giggle at the metaphor in a napkin.

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool thumped his head down on the bar, turning to squint at the giggling. "My Little Ponies are very manly and non-depressing, thank you very much."

"Plus I always wanted to paint one red and black and give it wee little horse guns," He muttered.

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[chasingangela]

"They're ... incredibly manly," Angela said, sounding very doubtful. "Especially the green one with shamrocks and a purple mane."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly almost never drank. Tonight? She needed alcohol. A lot of it.

Paying attention to absolutely nothing, she walked straight into Caritas, slipped on a bar stool and asking for a water glass full of whiskey.

She drank several large gulps, coughed A LOT, and said conversationally. "I'm going to kill everyone."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool stopped drinking long enough to squint at her. "Are you back to being you? Because I don't want to get called a gay servant demon ever again."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly just drank another few gulps of the whiskey. "Next time I stop being me, just knock me out, okay?"

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky showed up some time later. He had a theory. He had a theory and he didn't have theories very often and he needed it proven. That's why he was on the look-out for Aly. She wasn't at home, so he checked Caritas next.

Then there she was. There was no crazy dress, no skanky top, no knight's garb. Just Aly. And he had to wonder.

He approached. "Never seen you drink before."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly? Glared at him.

He'd probably never seen her quite so glarey before either.

"What the hell did you do?" she snapped. Okay, more like yelled.

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Tino!" GOB called out. "Give him the White Man's Feast."

Tino had no clue what the hell GOB was talking about.

"You know, slaughtering the animals when the Indians wanted to make them ghosts or whatever?" GOB asked.

Tino stared at his drunk boss and brought Deadpool a lot of booze.

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Drunkenness was the name of the game and Deadpool was damned if he would let crazy owner guy get the better of him.

"Thank you my good bartender."

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"'m not a good b'rtender. 'm a GREET b'rtender!" GOB said. He pointed over to Zombie Yoko. "Ask her."

Zombie Yoko waved to him again. GOB downed another shot.

Re: The Bar [4/27]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walked up to the bar. And ordered somethign that would pickle a rhino.

The Lounge [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

If you look carefully at the zombie girl, you can see excitement on her face as she wondered what it would be like to kiss a guy with lips still attached to his face.

OOC [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

If you look carefully at the mun, you can see that his brain has broken.

Also, GO BULLS!

Re: OOC [4/27]

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

We have to look closely?

Cause I can see the breakage points from here.

Re: OOC [4/27]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Relative terms. You're looking at my brain more closely than you're looking at the Horsehead Nebula.

Re: OOC [4/27]

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

I'm not looking at the Whoreshead Nebula at all so that's a good point.