Caritas, Wednesday, 9/17

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Penelope walked into the bar tonight to find the band playng some Johnny Cash.

...

It was odd. But after ten minutes she found herself humming along with words she didn't even know.

Tino set a glass of beer in front of her and after another ten minutes, Penelope was almost giddy.

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The Stage

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Where Johnny Cash is popular tonight.

The Bar

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Where Penelope is enjoying herself. And the beer.

Re: The Bar

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Boo, it seemed, was in quite the mood for a drink, although Minsc was very against the idea of letting him have anything but water. However, he was willing to indulge his hamster a little by at least letting him get a taste of the bar scene. It had nothing to do with his own indulgence that would accompany it at all, really.

"A mug of good, moderately strong beer!" he ordered in his usual uproarious rapport. "And a dish of water for my hamster!"

Re: The Bar

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Penelope blinked at the rather loud man but quickly filled a glass of good draft beer, the same actually that she was drinking. Was it moderately strong? She supposed so given her current state of unusual happiness. She set this in front of him on a napkin and taking an empty pretzel bowl, she filled it with water and set it on the counter next to the glass of beer. "Here you go, sir."

Re: The Bar

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"Ah, thank you, little lady!" Minsc said happily, placing down on the counter first a wad of bills for the drinks and then, with an ironic gentleness, he set down the hamster in front of the bowl. He even waited for Boo to sniff out the edges and then, with tentative pink paws on the edge, leaning forward to drink, before he picked up his own mug. "This is sure to wet the old dusty whistle!"

Wetting the old dusty whistle, apparently, meant taking the mug to his lips and, in a series of a few deep gulps, draining the entire thing.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Re: The Bar

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"You're very welcome, sir," she replied, glancing first at the money before giving her entire attention over to the hamster. Penelope smiled and leaned forward though she didn't realize she was doing so. "He is so cute. Oh, is it a he?" she asked, glancing back to the gentleman in time to see him drain his entire glass of beer. "Would you care for another, sir?"

Re: The Bar

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Minsc beat his fist suddenly against his armoured chest, which pulled out a long and impressive belch. "Yes," he decided, setting the mug down, "please! Thank you, my lady! And Boo is most certainly a he, although, get him angry, and you might not think him so cute!" He said this with a good-hearted chuckled, completely believing it, despite how untrue it was. Boo probably didn't even know the meaning of the emotion of anger.

Re: The Bar

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Penelope startled from that manly gesture, eyes wide at the belch. She glanced at Tino, who just nodded, impressed by this it seemed. She promptly saw to another beer for him, setting it down gently. "I will try never to get Boo angry, sir. I'm Penelope by the way."

Re: The Bar

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"And I am called Minsc! My hamster...well, I suppose you already know my hamster is called Boo. It is very nice to meet you, Lady Penelope! You serve a very satisfying mug of ale!"

Re: The Bar

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Claire stopped off on her way to the portal. "Hey," she greeted her roommate, with just one hairy eyeball on the zombies. "No time to talk, I have to go to Seattle, like, tonight. Just wanted you to know I didn't get eaten or anything."

Re: The Bar

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"Seattle..." that was in the United States. Washington. "Okay. Why? Oh, right, no time to talk. Be safe, Claire."

Re: The Bar

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"My big brother's brain is exploding, or something, and he needs someone to drive him back to L.A.," Claire said.

This was possibly not a reassuring explanation.

Re: The Bar

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"Oh no, that's terrible! Are you taking him to the hospital?"

Re: The Bar

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"Nate already talked to his doctor," Claire said, remembering how literal her roommate could be. "He said it was a seizure. Some kind of brain thing, I don't understand it, but he's talking and awake and everything. So ... if he needs me to, I will, but probably it's just so he doesn't have to drive on his own."

Re: The Bar

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"You're a very good sister, Claire," Penelope nodded. "I wish you a safe trip and hope everything will be alright with your brother's brain."

Re: The Bar

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"Thank you," Claire said genuinely. "I do too. Have a great weekend!"

And she was gone.

Re: The Bar

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Jack popped in for a beer or three, maybe even socialize.

Re: The Bar

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"Good evening," she smiled. "What may I get you?"

Re: The Bar

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"Beer, please. Fancy meeting you here." He winked at her.

Re: The Bar

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"I work here now, Jack," she smiled happily and fixed him his glass of beer. "This is my second evening."

Re: The Bar

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"Well, cheers for that," he said, raising his glass. "A toast, then."

Re: The Bar

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"A toast!" she laughed and lifted her own glass to clink against his. She then sipped from her straw, careful to keep her scarf in place.

Re: The Bar

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"Isn't that hard to do?" he asked, pointing to his own chin.

The Lounge

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Where people go for privacy or they're just too drunk to go home yet.

OOC

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So tired tonight.