Caritas, Monday Night

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

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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Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"That is horrible," said Mike, leaning in a little bit. "You know, if we were in Vegas, I'm sure a girl like you would never have to pay for anything." He wisely left out the fact that absinthe probably wasn't legal in the Vegas he came from.

"Maybe I can buy you another drink? We can't have you going thirsty."

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, he was ever so charming. He certainly could! She was drinking absinthe and not bothering to charge herself for it, so she wouldn't bother ringing him up, either, but she so appreciated the gesture.

Was Vegas nice? She'd heard such lovely stories.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"Las Vegas is quite possibly the most amazing place on Earth," said Mike, his face lighting up. "It's like one huge party that never stops, and you can pretty much do whatever your heart desires."

Within reason, of course. His job in surveillance meant that he was the one usually stopping people who went just a little too far doing what their heart desires.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink looked around suspiciously before leaning in close.

Were there hired killers? In Vegas? She knew a Wendy-bird who needed to die. She'd asked a whole panel of mercs but no, that bitch was still breathing.

Stupid mercs.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, they have hired killers, alright. I mean, the town used to be run by the mafia and our mayor was their lawyer," said Mike.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh this Vegas sounded perfect. They should go sometime! Did he go there often? How expensive was it to hire someone to kill a Wendy-bird? Was it less expensive because Wendy-birds deserved to die?

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"I really haven't been back there in a while," said Mike. Actually, he ended up getting married and divorced on his last trip and had stayed away since.

"I... have no idea how much it would cost to bump someone off," he added, lowering his voice. "I had more expertise with catching the people who did it."

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

OH! Oh, yes, indeed. Tink was just asking because she was amused by that sort of thing. She'd never hired someone to kill anyone else. That sounded mean.