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Caritas, Monday Night

Okay, so all her clothes were all pirate-wenchy. She'd object more, but the corset ren-faire outfit thing really showed off her boobs, so she'd deal.

She tried to get Tino to admit she had fabulous boobs, but he just sort of glared at her.

Caritas was open. And there was a special on rum. And grog, if she could dig any up.

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Sing. Arrrrrrr!

Ask ye tavern wench for some grog.

Negotiate wit' the ladies of negotiable affection, if there be any waitin'.

Strip down an' display yer assets!

Hannibal...was not pirated up and he was almost sad about that having seen the various people who were.

But, now there was a bar and alcohol and he wasn't in his quiet, boring room. Things were better already, despite his lack of a pirate theme.

"Hey there," Faith nodded. "I need some kinda pirate greeting for people. Not sure I know a good one. You got anything?"

Charlotte actually hadn't found much time lately to just go to the bar and unwind lately, so she was there tonight, taking a seat and ordering up the usual Cosmo.

"Um. Hm." He rubbed his chin. "Yo ho ho and bottle of whatever you'd like?"

That was weak.

"Or...Give me your damn order or walk the plank."

Ever since Chuck discovered that the scotch at Caritas wasn't half-bad he was a little more comfortable with drinking there. Of course that meant being sociable with these people but on some days even that was tolerable. Days like today, for example.

He was definitely enjoying the view Faith was providing.

John was pleasantly surprised to see Faith at the bar and had to admit the pirate-wench look wasn't too hard on the eyes.

"Hey, embracing your inner pirate?" John was sort of pirate dressed, in the leather pants and black shirt his normal clothes had turned into.

"Hey there," Faith nodded. "Pretend I said something piratey and waved a freakin' sword around. Oh, hey, how's Dale?"

"Yarrrr," she announced. "I feel like one of them Ren-Faire nerds or some shit. At least I got nice tits. What're you drinkin'?"

John thought looking like a pirate was sort of fun and sent a nod Hannibal's way, remembering he'd how he'd warned the kid about the zombies.

"My wardrobe went all retro," Faith said, shaking her head. "Fuckin' Fandom. At least the outfit shows off the cleavage."

"Very nice tits," Chuck agreed with a leer. "I'll have a scotch."

"Hey man," Hannibal said, waving in John's direction. "I see what you mean now."

"Drink up, mateys, or ye'll walk the ... damn, I can't do it," Faith laughed. "Feel like some kinda festival nerd. Maybe I'll just flash people. What's your drink tonight?"

Faith got a small, confused sort of look at first, but she decided, for the most part, to just brush it off, shaking her head very minutely before giving her a smile. "He's very well, thank you. I mean, unless he's an exceptionally good actor, which, of course, I wouldn't be surprised if he was, but, in the case of his welfare, I'm fairly certain he's usually pretty genuine."

"It does that," John agreed, wishing there was a way to glue his eyes elsewhere. Alas. "Got a piratical special for the night to celebrate?"

"Mmm, festival nerds would cower in front of you," he said and smiled. "Just a beer, thanks."

"And you seem to have picked a good night to check it out," John said.

"Real, live woman with real, live tits," she announced, grabbing a beer mug and heading over to the tap. "Scary fuckin' thing, right there. Maybe I should post my rates, claim I'm a pirate hooker for the night."

"Usually is," she agreed cheerfully. "Still likes you, you still like him, awesome, we're great."

Didn't have to kill her. Good deal.

She actually found a real martini glass for the Cosmo. Classy.

"Thanks, I thought so," Faith said, leaning a bit to let him appreciate the view.

Look, if her wardrobe decided the tits should be on display, who was she to argue?

"One scotch. Rocks, or no?"

"Coming down here on Swashbuckling Day 2008 was just a coincidence," he said and shrugged. "Too quiet in my room. No fun there."

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