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Caritas, Wednesday Night

Faith had a request for the zombies. Wasn't as good as the original, but it seemed fitting.

How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve*
But there's a rumor going all around that you ain't been gettin' served**
They said that you ain't you-know-what*** in baby, who knows how long
It's hard for me to say what's right when all I wanna do is wrong****

Caritas was open. And groooooovay.

*Not likely, since it's Faith
**Alcohol. Obviously. Which is why you should come to Caritas, as they don't card.
***Been drunk.
****No, this line's perfect for Faith.

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After a short ~~handwavy~~ walk on the beach, Amber decided to stop by the bar; heading back to her room just didn't sound like much fun tonight. Sitting down on a stool, she smiled. "Hey, Faith."

"Hey there," Faith said, nodding to the girl. "What're you drinkin' tonight?"

Don't mind the zombies. They're trying to be sexy. (And failing.)

Amber thought the zombies were hilarious. Gross. But hilarious.

"I'll have a Sex on the Beach," she answered. "I've never had one of those before and I've always just wanted to say it. You know, when it actually serves a purpose."

"Serves more of a purpose when you've got a hot guy out on the beach," Faith smirked. "So how hammered you plannin' on getting tonight, anyway?"

"Oh my, yah, I suppose. But I don't have one of those so I will just have to settle with myself," er... "I mean, uh, hammered? Nah, not really plannin' on gettin' hammered. This is just a quick stop before I go on back to the dorms."

"All right, kiddo," Faith grinned. "Kinda worried they'd have to carry you out of here, last time. Anyway." She slid the drink over. "Enjoy your Sex."

"Nah, I can hold my own," she lied. "Thanks Faith."

"Any time," she said, smiling at that.

... Maybe she'd keep an eye on the girl, make sure she didn't start tipping over any time soon.

Amber danced as well as she could, seated on a stool. Her drink was... kinda good. Kinda different. Probably after another one it would be better.

"Ma's goin' to kill me," she half-mumbled, grinning at the band.

"She ain't in town, is she?" Faith laughed.

She shook her head. "Nah, but I have a hard time lyin'. She can always tell. And she always asks me the same things when she calls. First question always involves drinkin'. The second always involves sex. If I do the first? She's goin' to kill me. If I do the second, she's goin' to kill me then check to see if I got paid for it."

"Say you were at a party," Faith grinned. "You just had the punch. Don't know why you feel kinda weird. It was just punch, right?"

Amber laughed. "Yah, I can do that. Not like I'm really lyin', right? I think I need some more punch, Faith."

"We always got plenty of that," Faith said, grabbing a glass and making up a refill for Amber.

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