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Caritas, Sunday (1/20)

Another weekend, another bout of weirdness Anders had missed out on completely. Pity his weekends seemed to start out in this state of blissful unawareness that inevitably ended up completely dashed on Sunday nights, didn't it?

That was why Tino had taken to stashing a separate bottle of booze beneath the bar on Sunday nights. Just in case.

Not because he was being nice to Anders -- just because he wanted to be able to mock Anders for having to resort to it, see.

[[OOC ETA: Guys, a million apologies, but I'm crashing fairly soon and am too tired to keep up any more. Will try and pick up pings in the morning, or just assume Anders got distracted with other WTFery because it is INSANITY in the bar.]]

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If AU!you is feeling exhibitionist.

Or even regular you.

If non-AU!you needs a drink to cope with this week's variety of brainhurty. Or any other drinking needs you may have. We don't discriminate!

If you want to relax, or, you know, just hide.

Am here, but a wee bit distracted by football!

Eve was less than thrilled with whatever the hell was going on. The Senior Partners had been less than forthcoming with information about why she was there, which just left the young woman disgruntled. And that in turn had sent her in search of something fun to take her mind off things.

Which was why she was sitting at the bar and drinking.

The last time she'd tried to go out, it hadn't turned out so well. Fortunately this time there was no bouncer at the door. Allison made her way to the bar and took a seat.

"Half a glass of white wine please."

Edited 2008-01-21 01:09 (UTC)

Aha! A bar!

The perfect place to fritter away the hours until Tommy could figure out why, oh why he was no longer a passenger aboard the Titanic. Not that he was complaining, really. The food in steerage was awful, and the entire place had started to smell rather like old gym socks. Dry land, in actuality, wasn't half bad.

"Hey," Anders said, nodding to the disgruntled girl. "New in town?"

"Can I have a cherry Coke?" Robin asked, bouncing up to the bar. She hadn't been able to find any malls, but she was thirsty.

Anders had been taking a drink of water, but poor Tino promptly got a faceful of forcefully-sprayed backwash when Anders noticed Allison.

"What the frak, big sis? What the frak?!?"

"Hey," Anders said, slightly tipsy at this point thanks to the shock he'd gotten (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2438980.html?thread=108562244#t108562244). "Drink? Can I get you one?"

"Yeah," Eve said with a nod. "New and in possession of absolutely no idea whatsoever what I'm doing here."

Alison rolled her eyes. First the guy this morning, now this. "I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else."

Summer decided she needed a drink after the day she had. "Something strong, please."

What was up with all the new people today? Anders pondered that as, vaguely disturbed by the bouncing, he fixed up a cherry Coke, tossing the cherry up into the air and letting it fall into the glass with a splash.

"There y'are," he said, sliding the glass over to her.

Anders took one look at her and poured a bright green glass of ambrosia, straight up. "Don't know where you are, or tired of all the people who don't know where they are?"

"Summer?" Savannah asked hesitantly.

"Big sib, alcohol me."

"Drink! I'll have one!" Tommy was fond of bars with good service. This one had that, and apparently a bartender with a taste for the merchandise. His sort of place. "Guinness," he decided.

A nice, stout, Irish beer.

Gwen had wandered around a bit, and when she saw the bar her eyes lit up. She went up to the bartender and tapped her gloved hand on the bar. "I need something strong."

So Jasmine has been found, as of yesterday, but poor Sen-chan is still no closer to figuring out the mystery of why they- and so many others- have been brought to this strange place. So he decides to go investigate the bar he'd passed by yesterday.

Okay, maybe not so much "investigate" as "have a drink".

Drink on, Dekaranger! Drink on!

"Sorry?" Anders gave her a sympathetic look.

"Can I get a whiskey sour?" Frank asked the barman shortly, not really in a mood for conversation.

"The second one," Summer replied and then took a rather large sip.

Johnny sat down at the bar; his afternoon had been hell. "Can I get a beer, please?"

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