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Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

With all the thunder and lightning around there was no way Donut was going to walk around wearing metal armor. It was a good thing he bought clothes online and at the Pixie Dust otherwise he'd be working in his paisley thong. Donut wouldn't have a problem with that but he was pretty sure it would be breaking some health code violations.

"Hey Tino! I know, my hair is a mess. The static in the air plus the helmet equals disaster," Donut said when he came in. "Oh, and don't think I haven't forgotten about those hugs you owe me from last week."

"What the--" Tino stared at the guy for a second. "Donut?"

"Duh. Who else do you pay in hugs?" Donut asked. He slid over the bar to stand next to Tino. "I brought the new Cosmo for us to read! Doesn't the chick on the cover look a little like Isabel?"

Tino gave Donut a once over. "You're less ugly than I thought you would be."

"Thanks!" Donut said cheerfully.

[I am around, huzzah! ETA: And now I might be slow since I have homework that I forgot about. Whoops]

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They were sticking to Spice Girls songs tonight. Donut had no problem with this.

Donut was reading an article about how to please your man to Tino. Tino was facepalming. Both were there to help you.

George Michael was there right after work. "I need to get drunk in a hurry, please."

"Caaaaaaan do!" Donut said. "What'll you have?"

"I've only ever had beer so I think I'll with something stronger. I don't know. What do you suggest?"

"Um..." Donut wasn't really into strong drinks. "How about some vodka and tequila mixed together?"

"Fine with me," George Michael said, having no clue.

"Great! Just give me a second," Donut said. He didn't quite know where everything was yet and it took him a couple minutes to find everything. He got a big beer mug and mixed in half tequila and half vodka. Then he added a plastic sword in the drink for presentation.

"Here you go!"

"That looks... nice." George Michael said. It also looked like a lot of alcohol. Who cared. He was drowning his misery tonight. He took a great big drink while the sword smacked him in the nose.

He nearly choked to death.

"Too strong?" Donut asked. Not that it was Donut's fault. He didn't know any better. His only experience bartending was finding new and interesting ways to make soy sauce taste better. They ran out of water in Blood Gulch years ago!

George Michael waved his hand when he had control of himself though his eyes were running water. "No. It's fine. Thanks. Just wanna get drunk. It's okay."

He drank some more just to prove his statement true.

"Never seen you before," he said. Not like he frequented the bar.

~~And the mun is being reminded of Michael Cera trying to get drunk in Superbad~~

"I'm new! Well, sort of new. Only been here for about two weeks," he said. "I'm Donut."

~~Exactly as this mun is~~

"Welcome, Donut." George Michael stated, wondering at that name. "Seriously? It's Donut? I mean, I don't think I'm drunk yet, so I heard you right, right?"

"Yep, Private Franklin Donut," he said. He always got that reaction to his name. That, or somebody notes that it sounds like Private Biscut. Okay, only Caboose did that.

"Great name. Almost as great as having two first names. I'm George Michael. I own the banana stand if you ever see it and wonder... you know... about it." He drank. And he drank some more. Hopefully Mary wouldn't get too upset. He couldn't help it she was on the wagon.

"Were you named after the singer?" Donut asked. "I love his music."

"No," he said and started playing with his sword. "But I get that alot."

"That's too bad. He's really talented," he said. "I don't really see what's so wrong with picking up men in bathrooms."

He stared. "What about flashing?" Or was that one in the same?

George Michael drank his alcohol concoction and thought Uncle Tobias would like Donut.

Yes, he probably would.

"Do you mean flashing like walking up to a guy and exposing yourself or do you mean flashing when you're sitting around naked in a public area because you're doing your laundry and someone walks in to make a sandwich?" Donut paused. "Because there's a difference."

George Michael was sure this conversation should be disturbing him, but it wasn't.

"Welll, what about just standing around by yourself naked just waiting for someone to come by and look at you and then you preen cause they are looking at you? Is that flashing?"

He looked down at his glass. "Wow. It's gone. Can I get another?"

Donut didn't know if that was flashing. But quite frankly, he didn't care.

He looked down at the empty glass. "Are you sure you want another?"

Robin had finally emerged from her apartment after the shame of the weekend.

She was out of ice cream, anyway, and there was booze at the bar and it was even an appropriate place to drink!

"Scotch on the rocks," she told the guy she didn't recognize, eyeing him curiously.

"Coming up!" Donut said. It took him a little while to actually make the drink since he had to read all the liquor bottles down the line until he found one that had the word scotch on it.

"I couldn't find any rocks so I hope ice will do," Donut said, sitting the drink in front of Robin. And no, he wasn't making a joke.

"...that's cute," she commented, watching him carefully as she took the drink. "Are you new here?"

"Yep, landed here about two weeks ago," Donut said. "I'm Donut."

"Like as in the round thing with a hole in the middle?" she asked, arching a brow.

"No, that's a doughnut. I'm Donut," he said. "It's my last name. My first name's Franklin but nobody calls me that."

Robin totally just nodded and went with that. "Oookay. Hi, Donut. Robin Scherbatsky. I work here on Thursdays. You liking it here so far?"

"Pleased to meet you Robin," Donut said with a smile. Normally he was wary of women but she drank hard liquor so Donut just assumed she was a lesbian. "I really am liking it here. The last place I lived was just two army bases in a box canyon so I'm glad to be in a place that has, you know, more than eight people in it."

"You were in the Army?" Robin stared. She wasn't judging. He just seemed kind of...not...military...ish.

"Oh yeah, I was fighting this big civil war between Reds and Blues. I'm on the Red team," Donut said. "I probably shouldn't say too much since I'm from the future and I don't want to spoil you."

That and he couldn't quite remember why the Reds and Blues were fighting.

Robin nodded in understanding. "Gotcha. So why're you in Fandom if you have this big civil war? And I'm guessing you weren't a bartender back home," she added, sipping her scotch. She was just glad she hadn't ordered anything involving mixing, giving how long he'd taken to find that bottle.

"My teammates pushed me into a teleporter and I ended up here," said Donut. "It was a total accident. I'm sure of it."

That sounded frighteningly like something her friends would do. Probably to Barney.

"Oh, I'm sure it was," she agreed, nodding seriously.

"I mean, they do tell me to shut up a lot. And I think Simmons punched me in the head once while I was asleep," Donut said. He thought for a moment. "I'm pretty sure it was out of love."

"Oh, yeah, my friends are constantly hitting me. Just the other night I woke up because my boyfriend punched me in the head while I was asleep," she agreed, trying not to laugh. "Totally out of love."

"I knew they loved me," Donut said, mostly to himself.

For a more private drinking experience.

Thank you, Zachary Quinto, for playing the gay guy on like three different TV shows. It was all too easy making icons.

Edited 2008-01-22 23:38 (UTC)

Zaaaaaaaaaaach. *licks*

Donut would probably enjoy that coming from Sam, yes.

'course that does make things awkward if he runs into four other people on the island...

He'll be conveniently suited up most of the time ;)

Might be worth talking about at some point, since now the Petrellis know what Sylar looks like too.

Sending you an e-mail as we speak...er...type.

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