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Caritas, Monday Night

Tink had had to pretend to teach today, and those days were always tiring. Molding young minds was exhausting, especially when one discovered one was completely out of absinthe.

So she zipped merrily along to her favorite place in the world, Caritas, because that was where absinthe lived when it wasn't staying at her place. And --

There was no bartender! Just that Tino guy! Excuse her?! How was she supposed to get drunk at this rate?! What a shoddy excuse for management this was! Why, why, she ought to ... ought to ...

... take the job herself, for the night, and use it to humiliate and mock anyone who came in attempting to get drinks! Refuse to serve anyone she didn't like! Guzzle everything in sight!

Caritas was open. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

(OOC: Faith's on vacay with Ghani and Renee. So ... Tink's running the bar. If you actually want liquor tonight, then either ( a ) prepare for some serious humiliation or ( b ) mod Tino ...)

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"You have no idea," he drawled, following it up with a bit of an eyeroll.

He glanced down. "Oh, the dog. Houston. I found him last weekend. When I was a kid."

"Why do I get the feeling we're going to hate this week?"

"Thankfully I missed out on that madness," said Mike, chuckling. "Although I hear that a teeny tiny version of Mary called her fiancé and announced that she was only going to marry Danny McCoy."

He twirled a bottle cap between his fingers. "We covered wardrobe malfunctions on stage today, and I had a student get completely naked from the waist down."

"Yah, I ran into Mary and she told me the same thing. At the time I was..." a sigh, "more concerned about ." Another eyeroll.

Then the rest of Mike's statement caught up and...

Blink.

"WHAT?"

Edited 2008-08-12 01:07 (UTC)

"Looks like I missed out on some blackmail material," chuckled Mike.

"So, this kid goes onstage and he's supposed to simulate a wardrobe malfunction, you know, just for practice so that if the real thing happens, you recover without getting rattled," he explained. "Except in this case, his pants fall down, and he's got nothing underneath. And then his boyfriend comes running on the stage."

Murdock was just going to stare for a minute.

"Nothing..."

"... and then his..."

"You know..." he held up a finger, "I really don't want to know. Ugh." And now he was busy sticking a hand on his face. "No, no real blackmail," he muttered, "the cootie thing only really came up because I woke up eight years old and in bed..."

That hand to the face? Just turned into an entire arm as Murdock thunked his head on the bar.

"You were eight and you were in bed and what else?" asked Mike.

"Nothin'!" he muttered into his arm, then sat back up, giving Mike a perfectly innocent look. Or so he thought it was innocent. "I...fell out of bed."

That part? Was true. He had fallen out. Two seconds after he'd spotted his bedmate.

"And then I left. You know. Went home and got changed first," he added quickly, as if that covered the whole story. "Then went wanderin' around and ran into a bunch of other kids."

Mike smirked. "Let me see if I'm understanding you correctly. You woke up, fell out of bed, and then went home? Where did you end up spending the night?" he asked.

"Uh..." He hadn't just said that, had he?

Murdock - worse enemy ever - to himself.

"..."

A long sigh. "Oh good lord. You'll probably hear it sooner or later anyway. Seems to show up on the radio broadcasts." Which, for once, they were getting right. "You have a chance to meet Doctor Garrett? Teaches that cryptozoology class?"

He shot Mike a look that should really explain it all.

Edited 2008-08-12 01:53 (UTC)

Mike did learn how to run an interrogation from a former CIA officer and a former Marine counter-terrorism expert. He also recognized a dude trying to keep his new relationship on the down low. He'd done the same thing before.

"I haven't had a chance to meet her yet," he said. "My social life has been a little bit lacking lately. But it looks like you've been getting busy in the meantime," Mike added, raising an eyebrow.

"Yah...well." He shrugged. "Just started out tryin' to give her a handle on the place, ya know? I really don't know how else everything happened."

"Not that I'm complainin'," he smirked.

"Dude, you need to get out more. No offense," he added. "Just sayin'. Hey," he sat up a bit straighter, "you doin' that dance thing they got goin' on here this weekend? That'd be somethin'."

"Well, good for you, buddy," said Mike.

He fiddled with his beer bottle, looking away from Murdock. "Yeah, I probably should. I... I've just had a lot of problems with women lately. Guess it's making me a big twitchy. I didn't bother with that Policeman's Ball over the weekend."

"Dude, I should tell you my track record someday. Horrible. But it happens, you know? Just gotta keep tryin'. You never can tell." He grinned, "You might find a real cute one at the dance."

"Yeah, I really should," said Mike. "I mean, it's been months since my marriage was annulled. I'm sure she's totally moved on to the next guy."

Ow. He hadn't really meant for it to come out quite like that. "Sorry 'bout that, man. Those kind of things stink. Didn't mean to bring it up." A small, one shoulder shrug. "I don't know when to just it shut it sometimes, you know."

"Nah, it's alright, man," said Mike. "It didn't last very long. I had to go to Vegas with Mary when she went to turn herself in, went out to a bar with this cute new concierge, and we both got so wasted that found ourselves hitched the next morning. I managed to get an annulment within 24 hours."

"Oh. I get it." Perhaps there was a reason he didn't drink much. Well, besides the other reason, too. He took a swig of his beer. "Dang, I don't know what to tell ya, man. 'Cept..." a shrug, "try it again?"

Maybe Mike could get hooked up with someone from that dance...

"Yeah, I should just get back on the horse, so to speak," said Mike. "So, tell me about this dance?"

"Some kind random date thing. Folks sign up for it and then you get randomly paired with someone for a dance. For all of three minutes, apparently. I signed up for it."

"Hmm. That might be just what I need to get my mojo back," said Mike. "I should sign up."

"Totally, you should! Ya never can tell," he grinned. "So outside of strange class antics, how's eveything else goin'?"

"Things have been good," said Mike. "Nothing new really going on."

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