Caritas, Wednesday Night

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Everybody was back home, and she'd gotten wasted on green liquor for St. Patty's. Plus she had her very own vintage bottle of whiskey at home, just waiting for the right opportunity to crack it open.

So it was a pretty good week, Faith had to say. The kind that made you feel like buying a round.

Caritas was open.

(OOC: here, but recovering from plaaaaague, so slow. if speed's your deal, hit up Tino.)

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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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A heap of humanity charitably called by some to be Geoffrey Tennant flops onto a stool.

He looks decidedly... tired.

"Beer."

Re: The Bar

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"Beer," Faith announced, sliding one over to him. "To the guy who likes being called a fucker."

Re: The Bar

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"Considering it's someone getting laid a lot more than I am..."

He took the beer.

Re: The Bar

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"Can't imagine why," Faith said coolly.

Re: The Bar

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He looked up skeptically.

"I'm well aware I'm insane. I'm even aware... that I smell rather, well, interesting. There's no need to be patronizing, though."

He sipped a bit more.

"I'm busy."

Re: The Bar

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"I can tell," she said, lifting an eyebrow. "Free advice: it's not the crazy. It's not even the stench."

Re: The Bar

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He looked up expectantly.

Re: The Bar

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"It's the attitude," she said helpfully, before lighting a cigarette. "Crazy and stench don't help. Still."

Re: The Bar

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"Good to know," he said cheerfully.

...he's not actually LOOKING for someone to sleep with. It hadn't worked out so well the last time, after all.

The Lounge

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Lounge.

The OOC

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Strip.