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Caritas, Sunday, 1/18

Penelope didn't understand the phone calls she recieved earlier today, but she wouldn't dwell. It was just odd, and she would try to call th confused people back later. And honestly, a threesome? Penelope's mind couldn't even understand that concept.

She decided to wander into town for a little while and found herself at Caritas. And she found Tino standing behind the bar looking mopey. It didn't last long because he tossed a rag at her.

This is how Penelope ended up working Sunday evening.

Caritas is open!

[Please mod Tino for speedy service as I'm heading out in just a bit.]

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After everyone blew up his fucking phone today, Loki made a beeline for the bar in the hopes that being out of his apartment would stop the phone from ringing.

He ordered a water from Tino and spent some time amusing himself by making faces at him as well.

Here for Marshall's birthday, Lily took a seat at the bar while looking at her phone to make sure she didn't have a dozen more messages or anything. And breathed a little sigh of relief.

Marshall arrived a few minutes later, looking tired and in need of alcohol.

"Someone asked me about male pregnancy today," he said. He felt that should cover everything.

Lily looked at him strangely, and all she could come up with was, "Like... seahorses?"

"No, like the "I wrote Wormhole X-Treme slash" kind of male pregnancy," Marshall said. "Between that and Robin's boyfriend asking about my underwear, I don't think I want to answer the phone ever again."

"Robin's boyfriend can back off," she said immediately. Lily was little, but she bet she could take him. "I had someone tell me he got naked yesterday."

Marshall decided not to tell Lily about seeing Fraser in his underwear on Friday. Just for Fraser's sake.

"Don't people get naked every day?" he asked. "It's nothing to call people over. Well, unless you're naked and you want company. Did he want your company?"

"I don't think so. Maybe the poor guy doesn't get to get naked often?" she tried. "Well, maybe for showering. Though that would explain my theory..."

"Naked theories. Those are my favorite," Marshall said. "Well...next to theories about Sasquatch."

When Tino came by Marshall ordered a girly pink drink. It was his birthday; he could drink what he wanted.

"Sasquatch: also naked," Lily pointed out. "So are you going to sing for your birthday?"

"I was thinking about it," Marshall said, glancing at the stage. "Something along the lines of Bon Jovi or maybe Journey."

"Are you psyched? Because it works better if you're psyched," she grinned.

"I'm pretty psyched right now but I could be more psyched," Marshall admitted. That's when Tino came back with the pink drink. "This will definitely help. Look, there's pineapple!"

"Think the band will take requests?" Lily wondered, eyeing the zombies.

"I think if you look them in the eye and act like you're not offended by their truly horrible smell then they'll play anything you want," Marshall said. "At least that's how I usually get them to play stuff."

"I'll hold my breath." She patted his arm and climbed off the stool. "I'll be right back. Enjoy the pineapple while I'm gone."

When she returned a moment later, looking the zombies in the eye and trying to talk while holding her breath which shockingly did. not. work., it was to the strains of a zombie rendition of "Rock You Like A Hurricane."

Marshall grinned at the song choice and immediately began to move his head along to the music. "Great song! And they're not doing half-bad playing it."

"They had to have practiced this," Lily said, eyeing the band. "Now I'm picturing it."

"I don't think the undead sleep. They must practice a lot," Marshall said. "Why they practiced this song I don't know. Well. Aside from the fact that it's badass."

"They're also guys," she pointed out. "Well, except for that one, but she doesn't count."

"Oh yeah, Yoko. I don't like her," Marshall said, lowering his voice. "She's totally causing tension within the band."

Lily lowered her voice, too, not wanting to anger any zombies. "If she doesn't contribute, bitch gotta go. That's all there is to it."

"But where else are they going to find another female zombie?" he asked. "Unless they bite a woman in town."

He refused to lose his wife to a damned dirty zombie.

"Do they need a female zombie? Wait, why am I asking that first? Do you think they'd really bite someone?"

Not that she eyed them over her shoulder or anything.

"They may be dead, Lily, but they are still men. Men with needs," Marshall said. He made a little gagging noise. "Oh god I just pictured zombie sex."

"Oh go I just did too. Changing the subject. Something happy. Happy bunnies. Fuzzy kittens. Beer..."

"Fuzzy kittens that drink beer," Marshall said, shutting his eyes. "Drunk kittens would be so cute."

"It'd be wrong," she said, "but cute. Stumbling around all fuzzy and tripping over their own four feet..."

"Meowing songs out of key. It'd be adorable," he said. "As long as they don't turn into kitty alcoholics. That'd just be sad."

"Especially since I doubt there's kitty AA."

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