Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

Donut came to work on time and decided to spend his evening making a pyramid out of shot glasses. He had Tino standing nearby so he could catch any glasses that fell.

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Band

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

Rock with the zombies.

Bar

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

Drink with the Tino or the Donut.

Re: Bar

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Everything with the new exhibit had gone extremely well; so well, that Charlotte had found herself actually all caught up on everything and didn't have anything to even really stress about, except for a worry about numbers, but she'd put up all the appropriate flyers and the banner at the gallery, so she'd really done all she could. She just had to sit. And wait. Until tomorrow evening...

She was going to go insane.

Hopefully a few drink might help kill a little bit of time until then, because she just hated this idle time something awful. She found a place at the bar and ordered her usual Cosmo.

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[lightishred.livejournal.com]

Donut looked over at Charlotte from where he was making his pyramid. "Good choice. Cosmos are awesome."

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[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte did not usually come in on Tuesday evenings. Because Charlotte did not usually drink this much, really. So she wasn't entirely accustomed to being addressed by someone in a pink suit. It got a bit of an uncertain look out of her.

"I agree," she said. "I'm rather fond of them myself. Clear."

Pause.

"But not too fond."

Really!

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[lightishred.livejournal.com]

"Oh nobody should be too fond of any alcoholic drink," Donut said, placing another shot glass on the third tier of his pyramid. "Liquor goes straight to your hips and face."

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[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte's eyes went a little wide at that, as she was already seeing before them at least an hour of time when she got back to her apartment, standing in front of the mirror and checking just that. She didn't sip her drink again yet. Right to her...

"Wait. Face?"

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[lightishred.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. Read about it in a magazine," Donut said. "Alcohol makes you puffy in the face if you drink too much. That's why Janice Dickinson looks like so much crap. Well, that and the Botox."

Donut didn't really know what he was talking about.

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[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary decided that she needed a night out, so she was at the bar. "Club soda with a splash of lime, please."

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[lightishred.livejournal.com]

"Just one second..." Donut said. He added another glass to his pyramid. "Okay. Coming right up."

Donut prepared Mary's drink and slid it over towards her. "Here you go."

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[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," said Mary, tilting her head to get a better look at the pyramid. "How high do you think it will go?" she asked.

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[lightishred.livejournal.com]

"The last time I got to about five tiers before the whole thing fell over," Donut said. "I'm hoping to reach the ceiling one day."

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[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a lofty goal. It would really look cool," said Mary.

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[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

"Mary!" Charlotte smiled and waved to the other woman before picking up her drinks (yes, drinks, but one was a glass of water) and moving over to chat. "Hi!"

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[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Hi Charlotte," said Mary, smiling. "How are you doing tonight?"

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[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

"Very well," Charlotte seemed quite happy to announce, "thank you. New exhibit opening tomorrow. You'll have to stop by sometime to check it out if you can." Hopefully with that fiance of hers that she still hadn't been introduced to, but she left that unsaid. "How about yourself?"

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[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"I'll definitely check it out," promised Mary. "I'm okay. It seems the logistics of eloping are a lot more complicated than I thought. We went to the city hall in one of those towns on Santorini and they couldn't help us without a bunch of documents from the U.S. Embassy in Athens."

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[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

Ella showed up at the bar exactly at the time she and Blair had agreed upon, feet drawing her there even if she had resisted.

She lacked the minidress or leather pants Jenny had suggested, but she did have a sleeveless white fitted bodice and a short red skirt handwavily nicked from the campgrounds' lost and found box. She blushed to see herself in the mirror, but it seemed to fit this world's definition of "hot."

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[gameknowsgame.livejournal.com]

Blair was wearing one of her mother's cocktail dresses. As in a cocktail dress that Eleanor had designed. She'd paired it with just the right headband, shoes, and designer purse, and showed up at Caritas in an unhurried manner.

"I'm here," she said as she went to take a seat beside Ella. She didn't think it was a question of whether or not Ella would also be there.

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[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

"So am I," Ella said, unnecessarily. She glanced at Blair's outfit. "You're very" -- she stopped herself from saying "matchy" -- "coordinated."

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[gameknowsgame.livejournal.com]

"It's an Eleanor Waldorf original," Blair said, indicating the dress. She looked around at the club. "Well. This is... themed."

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[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure what those are," Ella said, gesturing to the zombies onstage. "They smell worse than ogres."

She was still rolling the seamstress's name around in her head. "Is she a relative?" she asked. "My mother was an Eleanor. Well, I am too, technically, but only my father calls me that."

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[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Scotch, please."

His first real rehearsal. He didn't need to drink, but he thought he owe it to himself to have a bit of booze since his actors, for the most part, were too young to come by and get one for themselves.

Lounge

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

Hang out by yourself. Loser.

OOC

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

I am around!