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Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

Tino had brought an old TV out onto the bar for the purpose of watching The Dance. Like he was going to miss Round 1 of the tournament just because Jolee wanted him to do work.

Jolee, for his part, used The Force to keep changing the channel to the doctor show with the women. Tino hated the old man sometimes.

[OOC: I get out of work early and what do I do? Get Caritas up nice and early? Nope! Take a nap? Yep! And I'd do it again!]

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USC can bite me.

So can UConn, even if I did catch the end of the game and was rooting for San Diego the whole way.

She was in a new town, had juuuuust about nearly gotten her temporary hotel set up just the way she'd liked it, and it was a Friday. Like Charlotte wasn't going to pull out her map, trace her way over to a bar...slim selections, so she hoped this Caritas place was nice...and go and have herself a nice, celebratory Cosmo.

Just one, though. Maybe two. It was Good Friday, after all, and perhaps some discretion should be practiced.

"Good evening," Jolee said, smirking as the remote control slid across the bar away from Tino. "What can I get for you?"

Charlotte's ponytail whipped as her head turned to follow the sliding remote, and she smiled a little. She didn't know what that was, but it was kind of neat; she knew it wasn't uncommon for bartender to have neat little tricks like that, but, usually, the bars she went to were so busy you could barely notice them. A slight glance around this place told her that this might not be so much the case here.

"Hi," she said, making herself sound brighter than she felt. "Cosmopolitan, please."

"Just one moment," Jolee said. He had no clue how to make a Cosmopolitan, of course, so he needed his employee to be useful. The remote stopped moving and Tino, victorious for now, changed the TV back to the game before getting to work making the drink.

"What brings you here tonight, miss?" Jolee asked while he waited for Tino to be done so he could go back to tormenting him.

Charlotte gained a bit more of a genuine smirk at the clear back-and-forth that the two bartender had been involved in. "I just moved here," she answered with a light smile, "from New York. And, well, it's a Friday night, I thought, what better way to getting a bit settled than checking out the, uh...night life." She gave the room another dubious look to indicated that, so far, it wasn't quite what she expected but she shrugged. It was kind of relaxing, in a way, and nice, to be able to enjoy a drink without so much noise and a lot less crowd. "And it's Charlotte, by the way." She offered out a hand. "Charlotte Mc--" She winced, closing her eyes tight with a silent reprimand as she caught herself again. "York," she corrected.

Jolee shook her hand, but didn't introduce himself. It was a thing he liked to do to people every now and then. It amused him to not tell people his name, and he was old, dammit! He'd earned the right to amuse himself in small ways like that.

"And the night life certainly is exciting, isn't it?" Jolee asked as Tino brought Charlotte's drink over. "At least we have the band on quiet nights, too."

The channel changed and the remote flew across the bar again. That amused Jolee, too.

"Oh, just hopping," Charlotte said, nodding as she took the first small sip of her drink. She shook her head a little again at the flying remote. She wasn't going to, but she found that she just had to ask. "How are you doing that? I've seen a lot of bar tricks but that one's a little...well, I mean, I guess you couldn't do that one in in a busier bar, people could get hurt!"

"Doing what?" Jolee asked, not even attempting to hide a smirk.

Tino had cornered the remote and grabbed onto it. The remote was now dragging Tino across the bar. Jolee had to give Tino credit, he wasn't giving up easily.

"That who--"

Charlotte was about to take a sip and then move her finger back and forth to indicate the moving instrument, but she was cut off, mid-sip, her eyes widening in response to the dragging that was now going along with the moving.

"THAT."

She figured that covered it pretty clearly.

"Oh, that," Jolee said, letting out a small chuckle. "Sometimes things like that happen. Especially to Tino there. Especially when I'm around. It's the damnedest thing."

Frowning a bit skeptically, a bit suspiciously, Charlotte eyed this Tino bartender a bit over the rim of her Cosmo. Maybe it was all just an act or something. If that were the case, Tino was an exceptionally good actor. He had the dragging act down to complete and total believability. He should do sketch comedy.

"Huh."

That seemed to be Charlotte's ultimate, forehead-frowning conclusion on the matter.

"You'll get used to stuff like that eventually," Jolee said as the remote stopped dragging Tino. The gag had run its course. "You'll be seeing plenty of it around these parts."

"Plenty of what? People being dragged around by remotes?"

"Well, not that specifically," Jolee said. "But keep your eyes open. You might be surprised by what you see."

Considering that he ran a night club where the live band wasn't alive, he could guarantee that.

Oh. You mean that live band that wasn't alive that Charlotte's eyes had intentionally avoided looking at ever since the moment they first did see them and thought she saw a piece of cheek falling to the stage?

For someone whose eyes were as wide as they were right now, Charlotte intended on keeping them pretty firmly closed for a lot of things. "I've heard at least a little warning about things like that," she admitted, thinking of the girl at the hotel and rather dreading the fact that she forgot what day she said the naked fellow worked.

"Good. Then I don't have to give you the lecture about weird things and such," Jolee said. "As far as I'm concerned it should be posted in front of the town hall and everyone who steps foot on the island should have to read it. Then we can be done with the whole tradition of warning people individually."

Charlotte wasn't entirely too fond of the twisting she was feeling in her stomach. Every twist, as well, was showing up on the pained expression on her face.

"Are they...really that...frequent, the weird things?" she asked, tentatively, uncertain if she wanted the answer.

"That depends on what you call weird," Jolee said. "Come in here some Saturday. Our mayor tends bar then. He's a good man, but he's not human. There's a lot of that kind of weirdness around. But the larger strangeness is relatively rare."

Charlotte's frown deepened, and, by this point, she was leaning forward over the bar a little, lowering her voice as if about to talk about something very out of the range of political correctness. "What do you mean?" she said, her tone lowered to just barely above a whisper. "By...not human?"

Jolee leaned in close and matched her whisper, mainly because it amused him to do so. "He's an alien."

"You mean, not a legal resident?" Charlotte sounded perhaps slightly scandalized. "Then how could be mayor?"

"Oh, he's legal," Jolee said. "Granted, I'm not sure what the laws about immigration in this town are, but they don't seem terribly strict. Anyway, he's from another planet. That's pretty common around here."

"Another planet?" Charlotte was very clearly skeptical of this claim, giving the bartender's arm a light tap with her hand as if chastising him for telling stories. "Come on. You probably pull that on all the new faces around here."

"Hmm. Well, that actually is something I would do, but I'm telling the truth in this case," Jolee said.

"You're going to need to get me a lot more of these," Charlotte said, pulling back with an earnest expression as she pointed at her emptying drink, "before I'll start believing things like that."

"Then I imagine you wouldn't believe me if I told you I was from another galaxy?" Jolee asked.

Charlotte just tilted her head, with an expression to attest to the image of unflappable skepticism that she was going to stick with.

"I thought not," Jolee said. "Show up some Saturday."

"Maybe I will," Charlotte decided with a nod and the conviction that when she did, she would find absolutely nothing amiss. Besides, she wouldn't just stay home on a Saturday, anyway. Not like some pathetic newly divorcee. Not going to happen.

"You'll have a good time when you do. Especially if it's busier than it is tonight. Maybe somebody will even sing. That's always worth a few laughs."

Clemson had better win if they know what's good for them.

Same for Oklahoma.

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