fandomtownies | Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

"What are you doing?" Jolee asked. Tino, who had been trying to drag a pear tree into the bar, turned around and shrugged.

"Look," Jolee said. "I didn't say anything when you brought the jumping guys and the ballerinas in here. I didn't even say anything with the jewelry or the hens, because they seem well behaved. But I'm drawing the line at the tree."

A bird peeked out from the tree and started singing.

"Get that out of here."

[OOC: FIVE. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. RINGS. I seem to be in an on-again off-again relationship with napping right now. Mod Tino for speed, or ping Jolee and hopefully I'm up for the rest of the night now.

Oh, and just for the record, Tino didn't buy any of this stuff. He spent the morning stealing things or calling in debts all over Maryland to arrange it. He's disappointed that he didn't get a chance to get his calling birds or turtle doves out because they are going to make a mess of the basement. Just adding a little more to the story since it won't get out via narrative.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Where there are lords a-leaping, ladies dancing, and zombies ROCKING OUT.

Where Tino is covered in leaves and Jolee is eating a pear.

Sarah wandered into the bar and stopped dead to stare at the stage. "Interesting floor show tonight," she informed the old man behind the counter.

"It's my bartender's doing," Jolee said. "If the stage collapses, he has to fix it."

Sarah eyed Tino. "At least he looks strong," she decided. "Could he make me a margarita?"

"If he couldn't, I'd have no reason to keep him around since that's his job," Jolee said.

Moments later, Tino brought over a margarita. He managed to avoid getting any leaves in it.

Sarah smiled thanks at Tino, then took an experimental sip. "He earned his keep tonight, anyhow. And I don't think any of the livestock made it into my drink."

"Just don't ask for eggnog," Jolee said. "I don't really want to know how fresh the eggs are."

"I had to shower in the stuff Wednesday," Sarah bitched. "I think I'm off eggnog for life, if it wasn't already gross enough."

"I hear it makes for shinier hair," Jolee said. "Not that I'd know from experience, clearly."

"It made for sticker hair, anyhow," Sarah claimed. "So you didn't splash any on your goatee?"

"Nope," Jolee said. "I saw what the water was like and decided that I'm a hermit who lives in a mud hut in the woods. I could get away with passing on washing up for a day."

Sarah considered him, weighed the odds he was kidding, and decided he wasn't. Charming. "So how'd a hermit end up tending bar?" she asked lightly. "It doesn't seem very hermitish."

"I had a brief period of not being a hermit and decided to fund my retirement with this place," Jolee said. "And then I decided that I missed being a hermit, so I went back to that lifestyle."

"But you kept coming to the bar," Sarah observed.

"I'm old. I'm allowed to have contradictory stances," Jolee pointed out.

Lacey had had a few too many candy canes and sampled a liiiiiiiiiittle too much of the batter while attempting to make a holiday rum cake.

Luckily for her it was a nice night out, so drunkenly meandering through town in a light windbreaker while half-humming incoherent Christmas carols to herself wasn't going to prove to be a fatal drunken lapse in judgment. (A drunken lapse in judgment one way or the other, but not fatal at least.)

She swayed and giggled her way into Caritas, cupped her hands around her mouth, and burst out "FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!"

And then swayed and giggled her way back out. She couldn't remember the rest of the words to save her life in this state, but she remembered that part and by god, she'd been determined to sing it.

Jolee looked at Tino after Lacey left. "See what you do to people?"

Where three French hens have taken a booth.

Where I'm looking for this year's Christmas Price Index. It's up 8.06%. I figure you can catch one hell of a sale on this stuff, though, so I think that's misleading.

Forgive me. I couldn't resist.

I won't forgive you. It is too awesome for an apology, so I won't accept it!

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

The Stage [12/21]

The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

Re: The Bar [12/21]

The Lounge [12/21]

OOC [12/21]

Re: OOC [12/21]

Re: OOC [12/21]