Caritas, Wednesday Night

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So! Faith had a bar full of liquor, and Faith was experimenting.

Most of what resulted was a weird sort of color, but it burned nicely going down the back of the throat, and if you were drinking for pretty, maybe you had your priorities a little wonky.

Anyway. Caritas was open.

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The Stage

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Sing and all that.

The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Drink, and keep on drinkin'.

Re: The Bar

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hiya," Dawn came into the bar carrying an open jar of anchovies, climbed up on one of the stools, and continued eating them. "Can I have a Coke?"

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"For you, Dawnie, anything," Faith grinned, pouring her a glass. "What've you been up to, kiddo?"

Re: The Bar

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Work, mostly. Giles cracks a mean long-distance whip when it comes to translating. Which, okay, can I borrow some brain bleach? Because now I have mental pictures of Giles in bondage wear with a whip and just...EWWWWWWW."

She made a face.

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith had to stop and crack up at that one, too.

"It's always the quiet ones," she said, reaching behind the counter and pulling out a bottle of Captain Morgan. "If you need to add a little rum to that Coke, I'll never tell. Long-distance? Giles lives across from me."

Re: The Bar

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Ummm," she considered, then held up her glass, "Okay. And not this Giles--our Giles. In Scotland."

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith poured a very light amount of rum into the glass and nodded. "Not brain bleach, but it's a start. Our ... oh, right. The whole dimensional-weirdness." She frowned. "Don't that get messy? Like, hey, I forget which of my seventy-five versions of you I told this story to?"

Re: The Bar

[doubleohblonde]

Safety protocols or no, Bond felt having survived his first class with students actually behind the wheel was something to celebrate. As was the person behind the bar being much more attractive than last time.

"Good evening."

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"Evening," she grinned appreciatively. This job had such great perks. "What're you drinking tonight?"

Re: The Bar

[doubleohblonde]

Bond steadfastly ignored the brief impulse to give the instructions for a Vesper. Mmm, repression. "Scotch, single malt," he said instead, smiling warmly.

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"You bet," Faith said, reaching behind the bar for one that looked suitable. He didn't look like a cheap liquor kinda guy. "New in town?"

Oddly enough, she'd never actually met his doppelganger.

Re: The Bar

[doubleohblonde]

All the better for Bond, as it meant he didn't have any expectations working against him. "Just arrived this last fortnight."

Re: The Bar

[takingthedayoff.livejournal.com]

"Hi, can I use your phone? Local call." Why yes, there was a young man wearing nothing but a leopard-skin-patterned loincloth standing at the bar, looking pretty damned cold.

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith stared. "Okay, this is a new one for me. You lost your clothes, you're a streaker with a shy side, or you come from somewhere where they dress like that?"

Re: The Bar

[takingthedayoff.livejournal.com]

"Dessert topping Slip N' Slide event turned into a dare to run into town to get a dinner date. Help a guy out?" He pleaded.

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith stared a moment longer and then cracked up, reaching under the bar and producing a phone. "Well, that's original, at least. Was she cute?"

She set the phone down on the bar and nodded to it. "You call Uganda on this and get me fired, I'mma come after you."

Re: The Bar

[takingthedayoff.livejournal.com]

"No calls to another continent, I promise." He picked up the phone and tried to get the operator, whom he sweetly asked to be put through to Katara's number. He waited for the phone to go to voicemail, then left a message (http://southernbender.livejournal.com/384.html?thread=313984#t313984) and hung up the phone. He offered a hand. "Thanks. Ferris Bueller. You're a godsend."

Re: The Bar

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael wandered in, having finally decided to check out the place, and over to the bar.

"So, Deadpool says you don't card."

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"Don't know a Deadpool, but he's right, we don't," she said breezily. "What're you drinkin'?"

Re: The Bar

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Don't know yet. What's the best here?"

Re: The Bar

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith shrugged. "Depends how hard you drink. You like frou-frou college girl stuff? Something more like rum-and-coke? You just looking to get fucked up as quickly as possible?"

Re: The Bar

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"No frou-frou stuff", he said firmly. "Rum sounds more like it."

The Lounge

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All nice and mellow.

The OOC

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The world can't end on Wednesday. Buffy taught us that.