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Caritas, Wednesday, July 25

Jaina got to the bar on time, set up, and proceeded to pour herself a Coke while she waited for people to show up.

"What?" she asked when she caught one of the zombies watching her. "No one said I couldn't."

[Around! Come play!]

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Just in case you feel like belting out a tune.

Drinky drinky!

The much less popular area.

I have had Sinead O'Connor stuck in my head since yesterday.

His suit miraculously still clean after work (although he did go home to take a shower and spruce up a bit), A.J. straightened his tie, checked his spy camera, and leaned against the bar, trying his best to look his damnest and scope out a possible ~~victim~~ target.

"Hey," Jaina greeted him, pushing her own drink aside. "What can I get you?"

[Hee! Go for it!]

Prue came into Caritas and sat down at the bar. Whatever music the zombies had in mind to play had to be better than the sounds that annoying bird D had given her to take care of for class had been making.

Jaina greeted her with a smile and said, "So what'll it be?"

She had the bartender phrases down, woo.

Oh, man. Female bartender totally counted. A.J. beamed a little at the prospect of getting this over quickly. Looks like his plans crashing last night worked to his advantage, because she wouldn't have been working yesterday, and he would have missed this chance.

And then he remembered what he was supposed to be doing, dropped the dorky grin for what he thought was a more...suave expression as he gave Jaina a smile and leaned on the bar a little. Don't be too cheesy, A.J. You can do this. Thankfully, she'd set him up nicely. He shifted to make sure the camera got this gem.

"Well," he said, thinking smooth, thinking suave, "we could start with your name."

Not bad, A.J.! Not bad at all!

Jaina raised her eyebrows, but had to laugh a little. "Jaina," she said, going with it. "And yours?"

"A beautiful name," A.J. commented while internally groaning as he listened to himself be the sort of guy he'd want to punch in the face, "but you're so much more beautiful. And I'm A.J. Pleasure to meet you." His smirk hid the worry in his eyes pretty well. God, did he have this chick in any of his workshops? He really, really hoped not, because he didn't think he could ever look her in the face after tonight. The suit maybe could work as a disguise. This was like...his creepy, dumb jerk supervillan persona, or something. Except that he'd already given his name. Damn. He should have said Leaf.

"Ahoy, wench!" Barbossa said, lumbering up to a barstool. "I'll be havin' rum tonight. A bottle o' it."

"Hmmm, a rum and coke." she says. She wasn't really in the mood for anything fancy with plastic swords and umbrellas.

Jaina was no stranger to getting hit on, so she was more amused than anything. "No, no, completely mine," she said seriously. "So what brings you here, A.J.?"

Prue waved at the kid in a nice suit. You didn't see that too often these days.

"Got it," she said, and put the drink together, sliding it across the bar to Prue. "If there's more rum in there than there should be... well, you're welcome."

"You know a bottle is going to cost you more than say, one glass, right?" she said, just checking.

Barbossa waved his hand. "GOB be never chargin' me."

That wasn't true at all.

Jaina blinked. "You have met GOB, right?"

Prue took a sip and grinned. It was a little more rum than she was used to but nothing she couldn't handle. "Thanks."

"O' course!" Barbossa said, giving her a winning smile.

It...wasn't terribly winning. "We be terrible good friends."

"Destiny?" A.J. said, letting more of the patheticness in the answer through than he intented. He was wincing, though, because that was actually something he could imagine himself saying to Corey or something. Lame. "It must have brought me here so that I could meet you."

"I doubt he has friends," she said simply. "You can have the bottle, but you're paying."

"That's very sweet," Jaina grinned, but still not falling for it. "You might want to try it without the wince, though."

Barbossa frowned. "What if I be drinkin' me own supply instead 'n ye give me a festive-type umbrella?" he countered.

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