Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall still hadn't managed to scrub off the fake goatee his non-existent twin brother drew on him. Tino had definitely taken notice and started to snicker every time he looked at Marshall's face. Marshall retaliated by throwing peanuts at him.

[Getting this up before I can forget omg. I am around, huzzah!]

Comments

Band

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Sing about how you don't have a mustache.

Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Talk to Marshall or Tino about the mutton chops look. Don't you want to look like our 21st President, Chester Arthur?

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

"Daiquiri me, Relationships-sensei," Ino, who'd forgotten Marshall's actual name, said, "please. While I wait for a boy. Boys are always late."

In her experience? This was very true.

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"That's a true fact," Marshall agreed, nodding. He was always late. Except for movies. He liked the previews. "And it's Marshall."

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

"Marshall-sensei then," Ino said, with a bit of a shrug. "And it's a totally unfair fact 'cause then boys are the ones that complain girls take too long to get ready."

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Girls do take a long time to get ready. I can't even comprehend half the stuff you girls do to yourselves before going out," Marshall argued from over his shoulder as he was making Ino's drink. He was terrified of half the stuff in Lily's makeup case. What was that little clampy thing she put on her eyelashes?

"Guys are late because they got distracted by something else. Like a Wii tennis tournament," Marshall said. He put Ino's drink in front of her. "So you can't really be too upset with their lateness."

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

"Thank you," she said, sipping at her drink before continuing. "And from my opinion I'd say that girl's have a way better reason to take a while, looking good takes effort you know, than boys do if they're just playing games on a... Wii."

A beat.

"...what's a Wii?"

Re: Bar

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

If Cal was late, it was only because he had been working particularly hard at rehearsal, and he couldn't help but notice how nice it was that they worked on Act 5 today. It put him in good form for toasting.

He grabbed a water from Tino, hoped that Ino would accept water was a proper toasting drink all things considered, and then drifted over to where she was already sitting.

"Hey," he said, leaning on the bar a little. He might have made a joke, but he knew all too well that there might be Important Business later.

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

"You," she said threateningly, pointing a finger at him, "are late."

Then she laughed.

Re: Bar

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Actually," Cal responded, loftily, as he drew himself straight in an important manner, "a time was not specified. Except for after rehearsal. Which it now is, and would still be if I had shown up fifteen minutes later than now."

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Late! And if you'd shown up ever later then I would've had more than one drink and you'd have had a very giggly Ino to deal with."

Re: Bar

[raspberryturk]

After the Radio broadcast, Reno swung by Caritas to see if his favorite chick whose name he always forgot was still hanging around.

He kinda still owed her a birthday drink.

[I may be a little slow for a while-- Still working on said radio broadcast, yo!]

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

She was still hanging out. And contemplating what to drink now considering the talk she'd had with Cal.

A bit of a grin flitted across her face when she spotted him. "Yo," Ino drawled, deliberately mimicking him. "Radio didn't eat you?"

[Not a problem! XD ]

Re: Bar

[raspberryturk]

"I marinate myself in enough rum, the radio finds me kinda difficult to digest," Reno smirked, taking a seat next to her and flagging down Tino for some tequila. "How you doin', Ino?"

Re: Bar

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf entered Caritas and marched to the bar.

"Prune juice. Extra large."

He then studied Marshall for a moment.

"Nice... beard," he said tring to be polite.

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Thanks," Marshall said, absently rubbing at his face again. "It's marker."

Re: Bar

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I assumed something like that," Worf replied dryly as his rubbed his own beard. "Were you seeing how you would look with one?"

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[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, no, no. I already know what I look like with one," he said. Utterly fabulous. "My wife likes me better beardless."

Marshall sat down the glass of prune juice in front of Worf. "But, uh, my evil twin drew it on my face last weekend while I was in a coma."

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

Ino cringed at that. Who willingly drank prune juice?

"...seriously?"

Re: Bar

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf shot Ino a glare.

"Yes. Seriously. Have you tried it?"

Re: Bar

[intraspective]

"You could not pay me to try it."

Well. Okay. You could.

Lounge

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Sit and ponder over beards. Either the facial hair kind or the Vanessa Hudgens kind.

OOC

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

I don't even know.

Re: OOC

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

Good! Now we can make out in the OOC and I really can have your babies!

Re: OOC

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

YAY!