Caritas, Wednesday night

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Spring break, huh? Must be nice takin' in the warm weather. Faith decided to run a special on margaritas for the occasion.

Caritas was open.

(ooc: New router is not behaving itself. Will be slow for a couple hours until it all gets sorted. Until then, Tino-modding is love.)

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The Stage

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Sing.

The Bar.

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Drink.

Re: The Bar.

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The duffel bag goes *thunk*.

The Geoffrey goes *plop*.

"Scotch," he asked with a friendly enough grin. If there is one person in the world that Geoffrey Tennant will never piss off if he can help it, it's the local bartender.

Re: The Bar.

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"Scotch it is," Faith said, grinning back. She slid a glass over to him. "I'd ask if you're new, but the bag kinda hints you are."

Re: The Bar.

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"New, old..." he said dismissively. Then he sipped at the Scotch once before knocking back half the glass.

He grinned.

"That, however, is very good."

Re: The Bar.

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"More where it came from," Faith grinned. "Nice thing about bein' in a bar. And if you're new here, this place is kinda fucked up. Fair warning."

Re: The Bar.

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"Most places are 'fucked up'" and he didn't quite do the air quotes for it but he certainly seemed amused.

He sipped on the scotch.

"'Fucked up' how, exactly?"

Re: The Bar.

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"Weird. Bizarre. Crazy." Faith shrugged. "Low on body count, most people are good, but damn if this place isn't trippy."

Re: The Bar.

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"Sounds like the theatre."

No, he's not kidding.

Re: The Bar.

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"Theater?" Faith snickered. "There's a fucking frog that comes in here and gets up on stage and sings. Not even a normal frog, he's covered in felt and shit. And a dog that wants bowls of liquor on the floor. Then one weekend we were all different people. Theater's got nothing on this shit."

Re: The Bar.

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He sipped on his drink.

"Not an actress, are you?"

It was said genially enough.

Re: The Bar.

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Faith leaned over on the bar. "Sunshine? I'm a vampire slayer."

Re: The Bar.

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He snorted.

"'Sunshine?'"

...that was what he had trouble believing.

Re: The Bar.

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"I don't like to call people 'fucking moron' while I'm at work," she said brightly.

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He grinned and knocked back the rest of his glass.

"'That's' more like it."

Re: The Bar.

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"I'll keep that in mind," she said dryly. "Likes Scotch, likes to be insulted. Better not affect my tip."

Re: The Bar.

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"I don't like to be insulted," he corrected. "But I'm not much for bullshit. That's all."

He put his money on the counter.

"And I always tip."

Better than he should. But that's how he was.

The Lounge

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Lounge.

The OOC

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Strip.