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!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Like she cared! She wasn't an employee!

Oh, my, all of this conversation was making her thirsty. One moment, while she took an enormous, long pull from her drink and made no move at all to get any for him.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony just continued to watch, smirking faintly. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you."

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Oh. OH. He did not just go there.

The bottle of Scotch was levitating, and making its way over towards him. Very high up. Dancing around cheerfully. Tilting a little.

He might want to move, and quickly, so he didn't get covered in Scotch.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Oh, he did.

Tony's smirk never wavered. Even if that was... concerning. "Someone's a bit high strung," he remarked.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink blew him a raspberry. Someone was sober, and it wasn't her.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Someone could talk and it wasn't her either.

"It's a shame you'll pass out by the time I'm still in the middle of enjoying the same amount of alcohol."

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

It was a shame he required so much alcohol. Vats of it. That must be expensive, feeding all of that huge, freakish body of his.

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Yes. It was a shame that she was shorter than certain freakishly huge parts of him.

Tony was still looking smug.

"Maybe if we found you a nice toy to deal with all that pent up stress."

Re: The Bar! With a Bitchy Pixie!

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

She'd heard it was tiny. Tiny, as in, tiny even to someone as diminutive and petite as herself. Tiny as in inadequate. That was just what she'd heard. She thought he might like to know.