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Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

To someone who was from a galaxy far, far away and had been to so many planets with far too many local customs to remember all of them, Thanksgiving wasn't anything too special. It was just another harvest festival, only it wasn't done with nearly the style or stench of a harvest festival on Kashyyyk. Wookiees knew how to party.

So this weekend was just another weekend to Jolee.

Tino, on the other hand, was wearing a hat shaped like a turkey.

[OOC: I may be a little slow tonight. I just got The Force Unleashed for Nicksgiving and I may be tempted to play it right now.]

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It's the day after Thanksgiving. It was time for Christmas music. SO SAID THE BAND!

It's the day after Thanksgiving. It was time to drink until your family finally cleared out. SO SAID TINO!

Not that anyone knew that Tino's family was in town. Who paid attention to that kind of thing anyway?

It's the day after Thanksgiving. It was time to sit at a table because you ate so much that you might tip over on a bar stool and fall. SO SAID PEOPLE WHO DON'T FIND PEOPLE FALLING OFF BARSTOOLS FUNNY.

ALSO KNOWN AS PEOPLE WITH NO SENSE OF HUMOR.

It's the day after Thanksgiving. And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for me. I'm mixing hot chocolate.

Daisy couldn't remember the last time she felt such utter, blessed relief that it was Friday. Forget the fact that she might still be working tomorrow; it was the whole idea of the whole thing. She thought about just hopping right out onto the mainland, but was almost a mite too tired for that, so she wound up at the local dig, ordering up her stable vodka and orange.

Oooh, make me a glass!

Tino the Turkey-Hatted Bartender brought over Daisy's drink.

"I'm sorry for his hat," Jolee said. "I don't think he realizes that it's technically leftovers now."

[OOC: OMG, how could you? Pinging and fleeing. Well I never.]

"Rum!" Barbossa demanded.

"Rum!" Jolee passed along. Rum, Tino poured. Rum, Tino brought over. "Rum," Jolee told Barboaa.

"Rum!" Barbossa agreed, drinking happily. "Nice hat," Barbossa added, nodding at Tino.

"Don't encourage him," Jolee said.

"Would ye like t' borrow my hat?" Barbossa offered. "It may make ye feel better."

"Let Tino wear the hat," Jolee said. "It'll be an improvement over the bird."

Barbossa tilted his head. "I be likin' the feathers," he offered.

"Oh, not you too," Jolee said. "I might just ban hats for the night."

"Ye really want t' see what me hair looks like without a hat?" Barbossa asked.

"Not really," Jolee admitted.

"Probably better that way," Barbossa admitted. "I be not rememberin' when I be takin' me last bath."

"Get a datebook and keep track from now on," Jolee suggested. "I'm sure everyone will appreciate it."

"D'ye think I might be able t' make money fer people wagerin' on when it was?" Barbossa wondered.

"Cunning people can make money on pretty much anything, in my experience," Jolee answered.

"I be terrible cunnin'," Barbossa said modestly. "I once orchestrated a mutiny."

"I've seen fools mutiny before," Jolee said. "It's not so difficult."

"Jack Sparrow was terrible annoying, though," Barbossa added.

Because that would help a guy who'd not met Jack Sparrow.

"Who's Jack Sparrow?" Jolee asked.

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