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Caritas [Thursday evening]

Robin had a very important mission tonight.

Tonight, she was tossing maraschino cherries into shot glasses from progressively farther distances.

Her record for actually getting one in was three feet away. She felt very proud. And she'd keep going until she hit four, at least.

[I'm around and about as bored as Robin, but GODDAMN LJ AND THEIR NOTIFICATION-EATING. I'll refresh as I can!]

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Please, humiliate yourself for Robin's amusement!

Robin will try not to chuck a cherry at you on purpose.

Where you lounge, and so on.

I have a cough. It makes me woeful.

:(

"Beer. Please. If it's Budweiser, I'm not responsible for my actions."

A certain director slash handyman *cough* plopped onto one of the barstools, looking rather more miserable even than usual. The bottle of Robitussin he put on the counter a minute later might have explained it.

Dawn hadn't had a drink in Mexico, but now she was dying to know what tequila tasted like. Luckily, she'd already had her last class of the week and was now in the mood to do something she shouldn't.

So. She perched on the stool and greeted Robin, "How you have known whether do the body shock?"

Hmmm.

Robin smiled, stopping with the cherries for the time being. And though she was still caught a little off-guard, this week, she was far more prepared to recognize the characteristics she needed to tell who this was. "Hi Geoffrey."

She slid a beer over to him. "Are you sick?" she added, eyeing the bottle on the bar.

Edited 2008-03-06 22:31 (UTC)

"...what's a body shock?" Robin asked curiously. "Is it a dance? Because no."

The look he gave her said in no uncertain terms that if she couldn't figure that out, she clearly needed remedial education. Or perhaps more booze.

He needed more booze. THAT was the important part.

"Yeah," he finally said. "Something about... sleeping in the park for a few days? It's getting better now" since he'd found a building and he'd been sleeping in doors, but the little heater he'd picked up only did so much; he wasn't going to spend any more on himself, though, when he still had to get the plumbing functional again and see if he could Macguyver a shower so he didn't start to smell. No one liked a smelly director.

"I'll be fine in a few days."

He took a long pull on the bottle.

"Or right now."

He gave her a faintly manic smile.

"Thank you."

Amber chose tonight to become more social. To step out of that little shell she claimed as her dorm room. And yes, she chose a bar to do this in.

"Hi."

"Welcome. Just don't breathe at me," she told him, making a face and skating right past that bit about sleeping in the park like a true city girl.

"Hi." Robin did a tiny dance of victory as she landed another cherry. "What can I get you?"

Good woman. He could see what his clone saw in her. Or something.

"Wasn't planning on it. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, let alone the person passing me something to drink."

"Oh, I'm not worried about me, really. It's the people I'd pass it onto. And the six little guys at home who I have to worry about," she said thoughtfully. "They kind of freak out when I'm all sickly."

He looked up, bleary on cough syrup as opposed to anything else (yet).

"What are you? Snow White?"

"Ew, no, that whole story freaks me out. Just a dog owner," she clarified.

"Drinker really not I am wow and shot good was it!" Amber said with a grin, then blinked over the way her words came out. She shrugged it off. "Me surprise, please?"

He shook his head and took another pull from the bottle.

"That... makes more sense."

Beat.

"My apologies."

Robin stared at her. "...are you an exchange student?" she wondered.

"Hey, I'm just glad you went with the dwarf explanation rather than thinking I'd had a bunch of kids," Robin said with a little shrug.

"No, gosh oh my," Amber made a face and pointed at her mouth, shaking her head. "Weird get I don't. Fandom?" It was the only explanation she had.

Robin could accept that, really. "Okay. You want to be surprised, and you liked shots before?" she guessed, trying to decipher what was said earlier.

Actually Amber was referring to the shot Robin made with the cherry but wow was she not going to try and explain that. She just nodded and said, "Please."

He shudders.

Geoffrey can deal with young adults, in fact he loves to. He loves to teach. But children... not so much. Not because it bothers him. Rather, because he's not really mentally equipped to handle them, er, properly.

"The body shock which is not. The body it burnt. Reel khil." Another frown. What the hell? "Reel khil," she emphasized, trying to clarify. "With the salt and the limes."

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