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Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

Jolee wasn't sure where the zombies got white jumpsuits and sunglasses, or why they were all dancing around the stage, swinging their hips wildly, occasionally sending a hip bone into the lounge, but he had a feeling the answer to both questions was "Tino." He was choosing not to question Tino about it, though, because then he'd feel the need to ask the follow-up question of "Why?" and he was fairly certain he didn't want to know the answer to that one.

[OOC: Please mod Tino as I'll be heading down to a baseball game shortly. White Sox vs Rays. Two first place teams duking it out. (Go Rays!) And... it's Elvis night. Uh huh.]

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The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail

The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing
You shouldve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Amber arrived at the bar, dressed in a simple cotton sundress paired with short-heeled sandals. She looked cute, she thought. Certainly not eye-catching, but cute.

Noting that Chuck wasn't here yet, she took the liberty of ordering herself a drink. Being that she wasn't savvy in the alcohol department, Tino poured her a whiskey. Amber then gave her attention over to the band, grinning and tapping her foot to the music. Who cared about sailing bones?

Chuck smiled when he already saw Amber at the bar, drinking. It looked like a pretty hard drink from where he was standing. Pretty impressive.

"You look lovely this evening, Amber" Chuck said, sitting down in the bar stool next to her. He was really proud that he managed to remember her name. He looked up at Tino. "Scotch, and I'll be paying for her drinks for the rest of the evening."

"Oh, hey Chuck," she said, smiling. "Thank you, so do you." Amber had only taken a sip from her glass. It tasted icky and it smelled funny. But Chuck offered to pay for her drink and those thereafter. She could hardly complain now.

"Do you come in here often?"

"Depends on who's working. I like Faith and Ms. Scherbatsky so I try to show up when they're working," Chuck said as he accepted his drink from Tino. He took a sip of it, just to make sure Tino wasn't giving him the cheap stuff. Eh. It'll do. "What about you?"

"I like Faith too; she makes amazing drinks," she replied then took another sip of her drink. Ew. "Not often. Maybe more than I should."

Chuck tilted his head when he noticed Amber's face as she took a drink. "What are you drinking?"

"I have no idea," she admitted with a tiny frown down at her glass. "But oh my gosh, I'm not complainin'. Seriously."

Chuck snickered. "You don't have to drink it if it's gross. Get something else if you want."

If she got something she liked then she'd get drunk sooner.

How to avoid a situation where she didn't know how to ask for a drink because she didn't really know any?

...

She smiled and slowly pushed her glass across the counter towards Tino, then she asked in a quiet tone, "I'll just have a Sex on the Beach, thanks." It was either that or beer. Beer somehow didn't seem appropriate.

"That's sounds better," Chuck said, turning so he was fully facing Amber and leaning against the bar. "Can't say I've ever had one though. One of the drink, I mean."

Amber grinned and took her new drink from Tino, immediately taking healthy swallow. "Neither have I. Of the other that is," she told him, turning slightly so she faced him. "You're welcome to taste mine?"

"You should try it sometime," Chuck advised, even though the beach wasn't his favorite place to have sex. Too much sand. He reached out to take Amber's drink so he could have a taste. "I'm not really into fruity drinks but I make it a point to try everything once."

"I don't know," she mused thoughtfully. "Sounds romantic? But I don't think I'd want all that sand in my ass. Be a pain trying to get it all out."

A beat.

"Do you like it?"

"What, sex on the beach or the drink?" Chuck asked. He shrugged. "It doesn't matter; it's the same answer. Good, but I can think of better ways to have it."

"I have to confess," she grinned and leaned slightly forward to speak quietly. "I haven't had many different drinks in my life; I'm not too sure what is good or what isn't." But she quickly finished off her first drink of the evening.

"I can't believe that," he said. He really couldn't considering that she knocked that drink back like a pro. Chuck was taking his time, not wanting to get drunk. Just a little buzzed. "Get a margarita next. Most girls I know like those the best."

Except for Blair, of course. She preferred martini's. Chuck figured it was because it was hard to be a bitch when you're holding a drink with an umbrella in it.

"Tino," she turned her head. "A margarita please."

Amber smiled at Chuck. "You know, I don't know much about you. How old are you?"

"Seventeen. A junior," Chuck said. This part was the necessary, but slightly boring, area of trying to get a girl into bed. "You?"

"Seventeen and a senior," she replied, sipping her new drink. Hopefully she could just stick to one. Amber didn't want to get sick. And this one wasn't too bad. She drank more and checked him out beneath her lashes.

"Oooh, an older woman. I'll have to be at the top of my game now," Chuck said, leering at her playfully. He took a sip of his drink. "So, what do you think about margaritas?"

Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock

*approves of post*

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