Caritas, Thursday Evening (9/6)

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Anders was a liiiiiiiiiiiittle bit late making it in for his first shift, which earned him the first dirty look of the evening from Tino. By the time he had the band taped up and ready to go, they bore a remarkable resemblance to a badly beaten-up basketball team . . . because that's what happens when you let a jock put a band together. (The guitarist and bass player had steadfastly refused to let him give them finger splints, no matter how much he argued. He pretty much gave in when he realized they were about to refuse their heads right off, and he'd already gone through enough athletic tape.)

Tino gave him the second weird look of the night when he got behind the bar.

"What?" demanded Anders. "It's not like I'm not back here all the time on Thursday nights anyway."

He didn't get it at first when Tino rolled his eyes and walked away, but ten minutes later -- when he was staring at the bottles with a completely lost expression on his face -- it occurred to Anders that while he might be used to being on this side of the bar, he'd never exactly been paying attention to what exactly the person on this side was supposed to do.

Well. This could be interesting.

[OOC: One clueless (and slightly mopey) bartender, at your service! AFK until about 8:30 EST, and then I'm around all night.]

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The Stage

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Where the band might look more like they're ready to go out there and fall apart after the tipoff, but really, they're ready to play. *rimshot*

Re: The Stage

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Why was Robin wearing a cowboy hat? Because he was singing Garth Brooks (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRzh7IsCl9s), that's why.

The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Where the rookie bartender is about to make his major league debut.

Re: The Bar

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

A Muppet Frog wearing a weetiny cowboy had walked into a bar.

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders looked up from where he was trying to figure out the soda fountain gun thing. "Hey, Robin."

Re: The Bar

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey Anders. How's it going? Isn't that the thing that shoots soda?"

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Somehow or other." Anders frowned, pushed a button, and swore when he managed to get Sprite all over his shoes. "Like that, apparently."

He sighed and shook his foot out, then shrugged. "I'm here, I'm breathing, it's all good. What can I get you as long as it's not complicated?"

Re: The Bar

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Uhm, Sprite?"

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Well, that was convenient.

Anders glanced down at his shoes, then back at Robin. "Oh, that's easy. Sprite, coming up."

He then spent a frantic minute or two trying to remember what kind of glass to use for regular soda, and took a wild guess -- which meant if Robin had been ordering, say, Guinness, he'd have had the right glass. Then there was figuring out where under the counter the ice machine was, and filling the glass too full, emptying it, and refilling it two more times before it looked about right.

And then he had to remember which button he'd pushed to get the Sprite.

"See?" said a very frazzled-looking Anders as he pushed a very large soda across the bar. "Easy."

Riiiiiiiiiiight.

Re: The Bar

[notclueful]

Cher had been cooped up just too long. She needed to get out and see the cool places, even if that meant going alone. It was totally okay to do that if you weren't self-conscious about it. If you were self-conscious, people would notice that and give you That Look. Not that Cher had ever seen That Look. She had, however, given it many times.

She went up to the bar and greeted the guy behind it with a "Hi, can I get a- Aren't you a little young to be working here?"

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but aren't you a little young to be in here, then?" countered Anders, who was, let's be honest, grateful to be distracted from trying to figure out how to tell one kind of rum from another. But he kind of took pity on the new girl, so he shrugged and added, "This is Fandom. Most of the bartenders are underage."

Re: The Bar

[notclueful]

"I was not planning on engaging in any illegal activities," she said. "I just kept hearing about this place and thought I should scope out the scene and oh my god, are those the brain-eaters?"

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"The what? Oh, them," Anders said with a dismissive shrug. "Yeah, but I think they might be on some kind of funky diet. Mostly they just keep falling apart, so they're probably not getting the right nutrients."

Re: The Bar

[notclueful]

Cher was eyeing the band with a frown, but she couldn't help but say, "Do you think they've tried supplements?"

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders leaned on the bar to better shoot a speculative glance the zombies' way, which caused him to knock down the small pyramid (he thought he was funny) of shot glasses he'd stacked up just before opening.

Pretending to ignore that for the moment, he managed, "With the state they're in, my guess is no. Do they even make zombie multivitamins? Oh gods, I'm probably going to be sorry I asked that."

Re: The Bar

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hi Cher! Still not a hallucination."

Re: The Bar

[notclueful]

Cher still just had no idea how to talk to a talking frog. "Good work!" she said. "You should keep that up!"

Re: The Bar

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

That baffled him for a moment. "Er, I will."

Re: The Bar

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary opted to make it easy for the new bartender. "Club soda with lime, please."

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

He knew where the limes were, at least, and a couple of minutes of sneaky experimenting under the guise of looking for the limes clued Anders in as to which button to hit for club soda.

"Hey," he said, giving her the drink -- again, in the wrong sized glass, but at least he was generous? "That one's on me, just for not making me have to mix things."

Re: The Bar

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Aw, thanks!" said Mary. "Has anyone ordered anything really complicated yet tonight? Because I've seen some pretty outrageous drinks at the Las Vegas clubs."

Re: The Bar

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Luckily? Yours has been the most complicated so far, 'cause of the lime," Anders told her. "I know what goes into a White Russian, a Jack and Coke -- duh -- and an Adios Motherfrakker, but I might have to seriously read up before next week because if someone orders anything other than that stuff and straight booze, I think I might cry."

He didn't necessarily know the proportion of what went into the aforementioned drinks, though . . .

Re: The Bar

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you ever want to surprise someone, I know of a drink that actually got banned from some of the clubs on the Strip," said Mary. "I can't remember the name of it, but you take a shot glass of vodka that's been really well chilled, add a splash of lime and grenadine, and then top it off with brandy. Then you light the brandy and make the person drink it while it's still burning."

She grinned. "Problem is, the shock of the heat and cold on your stomach usually causes everything to come back up, which is why some of the clubs actually banned it. Fun to watch, not very fun to drink."

The Lounge

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Where you can go for the comfy view, but are you really sure you want to give up the thrill of field-level seating?

OOC

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Where I realize this sports OCD theme can only go on for so long.