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Caritas, Wednesday Night
Faith made sure to show up bright and early for her shift, since she'd been late last week. Freaking New Year's.
So the school had new kids. Should be interesting. Good thing they didn't card. She'd never been one to deny teenagers their booze.
Caritas. Open. And all that jazz.
(OOC: I'm here, but I might be hit-and-miss, so if speed's your thing, mod Tino.)
So the school had new kids. Should be interesting. Good thing they didn't card. She'd never been one to deny teenagers their booze.
Caritas. Open. And all that jazz.
(OOC: I'm here, but I might be hit-and-miss, so if speed's your thing, mod Tino.)
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Not Dirty."Good evening," he greeted the bartender, taking a seat and drumming his fingers restlessly on the bar.
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Then came the gawking. Were those... zombies? No way!
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A cop. Smoking a cigarette and waiting for the bartender's attention.
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The bartender, however was most definitely not a zombie. Seregil gave her an appreciative smile as he slid onto a barstool. "Please tell me they have ale in this dimension."
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He took a seat and eyed the selection appraisingly.
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The OOC
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