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Caritas - Friday [Open]

GOB was not behind the bar. After receiving a voicemail the other night, he decided it would be best to hide in the backroom for his shift tonight. Even though he couldn't be hurt or anything in here, he just felt it would be safer for some reason.

He grabbed a bottle of scotch before he hid, though, both for something to drink and for a weapon.

[OOC: I will either be out or asleep most of the evening more than likely, so please mod Tino. GOB is hiding, so if you need to talk to him, um, try his voicemail?]

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Hey, you've got to hide your love away.

I still hear him screaming where do I hide?

Squall flopped down at the bar grumpily, with his gunblade at his side. "Something pink," he ordered. "And strong. But mostly pink. I want to destroy something pink tonight."

Tinker Bell sailed into the bar happily. A bar! Just what she had been needing all day! This island was almost certainly a wonderful place to be. Particularly if it had such nice liquor.

And so she ordered a (thimble-sized) drink. And then another. And another!

And then she switched to shot glasses.

The problem was that Tinker Bell was a rather mean drunk.

(OOC: fair warning, she's meaner than usual when hammered. But pester the pixie anyway!)

Squall didn't pester her; he just sat and watched through the bangs over his face as she drank far more than should be physically possible. And chugged the hideously pink, hideously sweet concoction he was drinking.

(Impressive.)

Tink noticed him staring, and preened. Because, of course, that was why people stared at someone this beautiful, wasn't it? My, she was exquisite.

That was why he had been staring, right?

Oh, she was annoyingly vain. How wonderful. Squall snorted, shook his head, and knocked back his drink, and then picked his teeth with the little umbrella while waiting for another.

Oh, he was an asshole. Well, then.

Tink stomped over to the stupid arrogant jerk and began jingling at him rather emphatically, and letting him know exactly what she thought of guys who were of course staring at her beauty and then tried to pretend that they weren't. And he was drinking stupid little college-girl drinks. What sort of man drank stupid little college-girl drinks? How would he like it if she kicked his stupid little college-girl drink? Huh?

"Well aren't you the cutest thing ever?" Squall said with a smirk, and patted her head condescendingly.

Tink needed a moment to be completely appalled at the complete lack of survival instinct that this soon-to-be-dead-in-a-pile-on-the-floor jerkoff was displaying. And kick his stupid little college-girl drink again, harder.

Squall stared long and hard at the cup on its side, the puddle on the bar, and the spot next to him where the liquor was dripping off the bar onto the floor.

"Barkeep?" he called, with a wave of his hand. "Princess here's buying me another drink."

Tink preened. No, no, no. She was a fairy, not a princess, but she could see how someone could make that mistake.

She would even let him buy her a drink. Wasn't that sweet of her?

(She... likes being insulted?)

Squall stared at her a bit, and then turned back to the bartender. "I think she's trying to say that she'd like to buy herself a drink as well. A stein of tequila for the lady."

Excuse her?

No, no, no, no, NO.

For one, she was drinking absinthe, thank you very much.

And for another, he was paying. Since he had been rudely staring and interrupting her evening and even made her kick his drink and spill it all over the table.

(Ohhhh, vain and pouty.)

"Fine, give ME the stein of tequila, and Queenie can get her own damn drink."

There was only one response for that.

It was to make a face at him.

So she did.

There was only response for that.

It was to shrug and ignore her.

So he did.

This was Tink, not caring that he was ignoring her. Did he notice yet? How much she was ignoring him, ignoring her? Because she could do it longer.

Actually, no, he didn't notice how much she was ignoring him. Because the only thing he was paying attention to was his drink.

(Damn, that's a lot of tequila.)

Get lost in time, where theres no reason to hide

I dont wanna fake it
I wanna make you believe, what I say
I wont let you...hide away

Go ahead, guess which of these lyrics I actually knew and didn't just get from googling "hide lyrics." If you say "the Hilary Duff song," I may have to kill you.

Please tell me it was the one from "Help"?

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