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Caritas, Saturday evening

After figuring out that her message had apparently gotten where it needed to go or whatever because the animals finally stfu, Jaye had spent all day talking to Portalocity via website and phone. Thanks to the stupid holiday rush it was surprisingly hard to find a good portal where she needed to go for the price she wanted. Didn't it just figure? She finally managed to swing one for later at night, which she wasn't happy with, but it would give her time for a drink. You know, one last one where she could get one without a fake ID.

When she got there, she didn't see anyone at the bar, seeing as how Mr. Mayor was late again. So, Jaye decided she might as well just go behind the counter, where all the alcohol was. Maybe she could sneak some out.

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Sing. Jaye commands it. And might give you an extra drink for it. It's not like she's getting paid.

Not exactly the problem-listening-to type, but she's... got some good qualities somewhere.

Look, you can always just deal with Tino, too.

Mmmm. Sloth.

*smuggles Jaye back on island* SHE CAN LIVE IN THE WOODS. NO ONE WILL KNOW TILL SHE RESURFACES AT THE BAR.

"Jaye! Do you have a hug for your favorite person ever?" Peter asked, strolling up to the bar with his arms wide.

Jaye pulled the spray thing free and aimed it at him. "I'm not afraid to use this."

"You knew I was going to order a Coke," Peter said. "I swear, it's like you're psychic. Did your purse tell you I was coming?"

"My purse doesn't talk to me," she said, still holding the thingie on him and not getting a Coke.

After talking to Angelus, Angela had not wanted to do anything but seethe over how angry she was at the vampire. But sulking in a motel room with her boyfriend had not proved cathartic, so she decided to take herself to Caritas. Alcohol was good for things like this, right?

She almost perked up when she saw who was behind the bar. "Hi Jaye."

Jaye's employer: *Gives eyebrow*

Or he would, if not currently unsouled.

(Me: *snuggles Jaye*)

"I bet it told you to say that," Peter said.

Jaye: *WONDERS WHOSE EYEBROW THAT IS OMG*

~~Skywalker's~~ NOBODY YOU KNOW!

Rory wandered in, looking around for Angela and pausing when she saw who was behind the bar. "I can't believe you got to see him shirtless."

Angela waved. "Hey. You okay? The radio said you went to see Angelus, too."

~~NOOOOOO NOT MY DRINKING BUDDY!~~ BUT NOW MY FINGERPRINTS ARE ON IT THANKS.

"Oh my god, I actually forgot how much I hated you. How did that happen?" she wondered.

DON'T SAY I NEVER GAVE YOU ANYTHING FOR XMAS!

"Angela!" Jaye greeted her. "I missed you were here."

"I am the luckiest girl ever." Jaye had already forgotten all about Nameless Bartender Chick there.

CAN I EXCHANGE IT FOR CREDIT?

"I just got in late last night," Angela explained. "And then I saw Angelus, and then I hid in my hotel room all day being antisocial. But I heard your broadcast!"

...for what? A moustache?

She smiled a little as she approached, nodding. "Hi. Yeah. He is really good at messing with my head, and I just...will not be able to look Angel in the eye for awhile once this is all fixed." She paused. "'Too'? You saw him?"

"Why didn't you take pictures?" Rory demanded.

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Caritas, Saturday evening

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The Bar

The Lounge

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