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Caritas, Tuesday, June 26

Jaina had no problem taking an extra shift this week, so she arrived early at Caritas to set up. And she might have finished early.

However, that did not give her an opportunity to teach the zombies any Corellian drinking songs, no it did not. Nope.

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Where the zombies are not practicing said Corellian drinking songs.

Robin took the stage with his banjo. "Hi everybody!" he waved. "My dad really likes this song;"

"In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with colonel jackson down the mighty mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we fought the bloody british in the town of new orleans.

We fired our guns and the british kept a comin’,
There wasn’t ’bout as many as there was awhile ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
On down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

Oh we looked down the river and we seen the british come.
There must have been a hundred of ’em beatin’ on a drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring.
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn?t say a thing.

Old hickory said we could take ’em by surprise,
If we didn?t fire our muskets till we looked ’em in the eyes.
We held our fire till we seen their faces well,
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave ’em a little...well....we...

....fired our guns and the british kept a comin’,
There wasn’t ’bout as many as there was awhile ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
On down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

*banjo solo*

We fired our cannons till the barrels melted down,
Then we grabbed an alligator and we fired another round.
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind,
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

We fired our guns and the british kept a comin’,
There wasn’t ’bout as many as there was awhile ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
On down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

We fired our guns and the british kept a comin’,
There wasn’t ’bout as many as there was awhile ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
On down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico."

If you squint a lot, Jaina totally looks like a tall blond surfer guy. Okay, maybe if you close your eyes and don't listen.

Robin once again had his banjo with him when he came into Caritas.

"Hey," Jaina greeted him. "Planning on playing something?"

"I hope to yeah." Robin said. "I played something last night and it was a lot of fun. Do you have any requests?"

"I don't really know any of the songs here," she said apologetically.

"Well then hopefully you'll like what I sing." Robin said cheerfully. "I'd love to hear songs from where you're from."

"Ask the zombies. They're still learning them," she said.

"I'll do that. Do they know the words?"

"They kind of mumble them," she said, considering how to describe it.

"That makes sense, cause, wasn't sure if they still had tongues."

Jaina opened her mouth to say something, but really had no idea. "I'm not even going to think about that one."

Robin shuddered a bit. "You know what neither am I. Can I have some apple juice please?"

"Not a problem," she said, getting to work at pouring the drink and sliding it over to him.

"Thank you." he beamed, and sipped the juice. Mmm, apple.

Vala decided to check out the local drinking establishment. Hmmm. Nice decor, lots of room, well-stocked bar.

"The band is dead, but I've seen worse," she remarked as she perched on one of the bar stools.

"They'd probably take that as a compliment," Jaina said. "Can I get you anything?"

"Sure," she nodded, "And...whatever gives me the most inebriation for the least amount of money."

"Well, I did see the Everclear bottle back there," she said slowly. "You sure about that?"

"Absolutely." Another nod. "What's Everclear? And nice place you've got here."

"It's... I've never had it, but you can give it a try," she said, getting the bottle and pouring it into a glass. "And thanks. It's not mine, but I'll tell the bos- Actually, no, that means I have to talk to the boss. I mean, thanks."

"Oh? What's wrong with your boss?" Vala figured she might as well be polite to the bartender. She tossed back a shot of the Everclear. "Nice. Had some homemade swill like that once--used it to strip the paint off a ship, too."

"He's... you'll know if you meet him. Trust me," she said, and frowned. "And I don't think I would use paint thinner as a drink, but I'm still new to some cultures."

"Sometimes it's better than the water," Vala pointed out.

"Point," she said. "Is this here, or somewhere else?" Not that she was already wondering about water quality or anything.

"Same galaxy, different star system," Vala explained. "Hygenics are sometimes a problem."

"Sounds entertaining," said Jaina diplomatically, but it didn't stop her from making a face.

"You have no idea," Vala leaned back a bit on her stool. "You don't seem thrown by the different star system thing. Local, or from out of town?"

"Different galaxy altogether," she answered. "And possibly an entirely different timeline."

"Doesn't that get confusing?" Vala motioned for a refill.

Jaina poured the drink and said, "You have no idea. My uncle and grandfather are almost my age."

She sipped this shot more slowly as she thought. "I heard about something like that happening once, but it was really about a husband who slept with three sisters, and well, it wasn't really much like what you're going through at all when you think about it."

"...Just when I think my brain can't get more broken."

"Happy to help," Vala beamed, leaving more than enough money on the bar to pay for her drinks and a healthy tip for Jaina. It wasn't her money, what did she care? "Have a nice night...er, I don't think I got your name."

"Jaina," she said, and she wasn't sure when she decided tips were a good thing. "And you?"

"Vala Mal Doran," she replied. "I teach up at the school."

She served teachers drinks at this job, wow. Still, not weirder than serving her grandfather. "Maybe I'll see you up there then."

"Maybe." Vala waved goodbye over her shoulder as she walked out.

Just do the chillout thing.

SP till yadda yadda you know the drill.

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