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Caritas, Wednesday Night

Okay, so Faith had kinda gotten used to the zombies, even though they were stinky and weird-lookin'. A coupla drinks and you could pretend they weren't there.

But now they were having some weird freakin' turf war with a bunch of mummies. Mummies. Just what this place needed.

The mummies and zombies appeared to be having a dance-off of some kind, with lots of finger-snapping and collar-popping. Zombies looked like they were down for the count, with the way they kept losing limbs, but then one of the mummies tripped on his own bandages and fell off the stage.

"I need a raise," Faith decided, pouring herself a stronger drink.

Yeah. Caritas. Open.

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Sing. If you don't mind all the freakin' mummies and zombies.

Edited 2008-06-18 23:48 (UTC)

Drink. Faith certainly is.

Lounge. Maybe you'll be drunk enough not to watch the dance-off?

Strip. But not in front of the mummies. Ew.

Tyler made his usual Wednesday stop at the bar for a drink and some bartender appreciation. He was barely on a stool when he stopped and stared in horror at the action onstage.

"Those things dance now?"

Sokka thumped on the bar and grinned at Faith. "Barkeep! Mai tai me!"

He peered around the room expectantly, looking for something that wasn't there.

"They're multiplying," she said, glaring towards the stage. "The mummy ones are new. I come in next week and Sasquatch is up there, I'm totally quitting."

"They were here before," Tyler noted. "They had babies, too. Something with Rory Gilmore and a book, and, shit, my memory sucks." He shrugged. "Remember killing 'em that time, but I guess now they're lawful employees."

Tyler nodded a greeting to his student. He was even used to seeing them in Caritas, now. Mostly. "Hey, Sokka."

"One mai tai, coming up." She grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, shooting him a curious look over her shoulder. "Meeting someone here?"

Faith gave Tyler a long, appraising look for that.

"You know, the way this fuckin' town is, you're probably telling the truth." She shook her head. "Never mind. I don't think I wanna know. I recommend getting hammered."

"Fandom," he told her, "is the one thing I never lie about. Ask Xander Harris, I think he'd remember."

Which reminded him he needed to track down Xander, but there was time for that. "Gimme scotch on the rocks. Please."

Sokka stared at the stage. Oh, they were bad at that. "Hey! Hey hey hey! You guys are BAAAD dancers!" He blinked, smirked, and popped his collar. "Whereas I am a bad dancer! ...That's the good 'bad', not the bad 'bad', if you're following me. All right? Right. Okay, watch this!"

He hopped up on the stage and started a shuffling sort of dance step that he figured the zombies could follow. After all, he'd seen zombies doing it before, right?

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed

The zombies started joining in, the mummies fell in line, and the dance got more energetic, with shaking and clapping and wild moves. Hopefully, the zombies'd stay all in one piece.

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sunThriller
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind
You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
I'll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

He hopped down off the stage and left the BANDages to try and mumble through Vincent Price's rap. "And THAT is how you DANCE!"

Edited 2008-06-19 01:25 (UTC)

"Professor Durden, sir!" Sokka greeted him. "I wonder how well liquor explodes?"

"Hmm? No, she's off Slaying the future." He looked around the bar again, then cocked an eyebrow at Faith, thinking he was changing the topic of conversation. "Something's missing," he accused her.

"Pretty freaking well," Tyler told him. "It's pure fuel. Problem is it goes too fast -- you gotta mix it with something so you don't shoot your wad right off."

"Or," he asked,, with a slight smile, "was that not an actual question?"

[OOC: The mun apologizes for any bad science. *I* don't blow shit up.]

"Oh, no, that was a question," Sokka replied, with a grin. "I LIKE science. And explosions. My dad taught me how to make black powder, you know."

"Black powder?" It had never ocurred to Tyler you could actually make the stuff. "Then I should give you a couple extra credit points," he said. "Except I don't think we give you real grades in workshops. But you have imaginary extra credit."

"You know Xander?" Faith said, perking up. She tossed some ice in a glass and grinned. "Man, we go way back. He's a good guy. Except my Xander isn't your Xander and nobody here is anybody else's anything, you know, that whole shit."

Slaying? "Shit, right, you're Mel's boy," she said, giving him a curious look. "Still don't get that one. You some kinda pet project for her?"

She looked around the bar before sliding him his Mai Tai. "No, same bar as always."

"I was here as a kid. I know everybody, or at least everybody who was here a couple years back," Tyler informed her. "Not well, and some of 'em don't like me, but it's weird how much you remember after being back in a place a while."

"So yeah. I know the Xander who's here now." He thought. He hadn't really checked.

Sokka grinned. "Well, I'll buy you an imaginary drink, then."

Sokka leveled his gaze at Faith. "Yup, same bar as always. THAT is the problem." He waggled his eyebrows.

And shrugged. "Hey, I know I'm no Miss Hot Latina Ass" -- he didn't actually know her real name -- "but I'll have you know girls fall all OVER me."

"I hear that," Faith said, shaking her head. "Leave a town, spend a few years in jail, head back, and wow, it's Memory Fuckin' Lane."

Sunnydale. She didn't miss it all that much.

"That Xander's not -- y'know. My Xander, or however you're supposed to say it," she said with a shrug. "But they're kinda similar. Still Xander, right?"

Faith raised an eyebrow. "I said I wasn't givin' the money back if the boss said no," she said dryly. "Boss said no. Keeping the money. Gettin' my own stripper pole. Miss Hot Latina Ass is gonna dance on it for me."

This was to be the highlight of Faith's year.

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