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Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]
Marshall had a new job. He liked it the last time he worked here and it really wasn't all that hard. He got to meet people, be in a place where everybody knew his name and there was free beer. Lots and lots of free beer. He had to share the news with his favorite vampire slash bartender. Unfortunately Carl wasn't happy about the news as Marshall was. Also it was probably best not to ask why Marshall had Carl's number on his speed dial.
"What, you don't want me to get your beers anymore?" Carl asked, sounding annoyed.
"In all fairness Carl, I do live about eight hours away," Marshall said. "But when I'm in New York you're the only bartender I want. I scoff in the face of other bartenders. Except for myself because it would physically be hard to do that. Unless I'm looking in a mirror."
"You think getting a job at a bar makes you a bartender?" Carl asked.
"Well..."
"It doesn't, lawyer-boy. You're just a wannabe," Carl said. "I should ban you from the bar for insulting me like this."
"No! No! Don't ban me!" Marshall shouted. "Carl? Hello? Carl don't hang up! Did I say this was Marshall? It's not, I'm Barney. I'M BARNEY!"
Marshall hung up the phone and looked over at Tino. "He'll forgive me. He forgave me for stealing that nude painting of myself, he'll forgive me for this."
[Yep, Marshall is now working at the bar on Tuesdays. And I am around, huzzah!]
"What, you don't want me to get your beers anymore?" Carl asked, sounding annoyed.
"In all fairness Carl, I do live about eight hours away," Marshall said. "But when I'm in New York you're the only bartender I want. I scoff in the face of other bartenders. Except for myself because it would physically be hard to do that. Unless I'm looking in a mirror."
"You think getting a job at a bar makes you a bartender?" Carl asked.
"Well..."
"It doesn't, lawyer-boy. You're just a wannabe," Carl said. "I should ban you from the bar for insulting me like this."
"No! No! Don't ban me!" Marshall shouted. "Carl? Hello? Carl don't hang up! Did I say this was Marshall? It's not, I'm Barney. I'M BARNEY!"
Marshall hung up the phone and looked over at Tino. "He'll forgive me. He forgave me for stealing that nude painting of myself, he'll forgive me for this."
[Yep, Marshall is now working at the bar on Tuesdays. And I am around, huzzah!]
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