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Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

Hearing that there was going to be a convention of mercenaries in town, Jolee checked his news back home quickly to see if anyone had a bounty on him for any reason.

Content that nobody was going to be coming after him any time soon, he opened up the bar.

[OOC: I may be a little slow, but I am around. Huzzah!]

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The zombies are mercenaries for music.

The beer is a mercenary for drunkness.

Steve sat at the bar, nursing a Coke and grinning like an idiot.

"Stop that," Bucky grumbled as he sat down next to Steve.

"Stop what?" Steve asked. Still grinning like an idiot. "Where's Black Widow?"

"You know what. You should be hiding. Or not here. And she's at the convention. They have an open bar and she has a slinky dress."

"So vodka and broken hearts. Sounds like Natasha's idea of a good time," Steve said with a grin.

"Oh, so you've met," was Bucky's response to that. Because, come on. Natasha.

"I think the important question here is, how did you meet Natasha?" Steve countered. "She doesn't bring just anyone to MercCon, you know."

"It's kind of complicated?" Bucky tried. "And you should be hiding."

"Buck," Steve began, "there's an open bar going on elsewhere in this town. At this bar, you have to pay. I'm safe as houses. Now spill."

Egg baby-free,finally, Brooke was celebrating with a trip to the bar. The fact that she could be sharing the bar with a bunch of mercenary types wasn't even on her mind, because that would be an insane thing to think. "Jack and Diet?" she ordered.

"Sure," Jolee said, mixing the drink for Brooke. Either Jaina had completely lost her abilities or this was a girl who just looked like her. Jolee was going to assume the latter. "What brings you in tonight?"

"It's been like a week," said Brooke. "Another day and I would have had to go into withdrawal."

"Have you ever considered that this may be a sign that you have a problem?" Jolee asked, handing the drink over.

She shrugged. "Welcome to the high school years," she said, accepting and sipping her drink. "I hear it's like this straight through college."

"Well, I did my part to get you to stop. The rest is up to you. Until then, I'll be happy to take your money," Jolee said.

The booths are mercenaries for comfort.

A mercenary for not ending the world.

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