Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

Marion was busy today catching up on her knowledge of football in order to be able to watch the big game with Mutt tomorrow. Meaning she was asking Tino questions about the game while throwing a Nerf football around with him.

What? It was fun.

[Up early at the request of some Dutch ho. I'm around!]

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Band

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

They were sticking to the songs of Queen tonight unless someone requests something else.

Bar

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

Marion and Tino would stop playing football long enough to serve you.

Re: Bar

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Might be dangerous," Cable observed, as he took an easy seat at the bar.

Sometimes, he liked to get out. "And a beer, please."

Re: Bar

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

"It's Nerf," Marion said, squishing the the football in her hand. She had no idea what Nerf was, really, but it was soft. She knew that. "Specific kind of beer or do you want me to pick randomly?"

Re: Bar

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Surprise me," he offered, glancing at the football in question. "Still, a hard enough blow from that'll knock you over some glasses."

Re: Bar

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind," Marion said with the slow patience of a mother of a three year old. She tossed the ball towards Tino before pouring a glass of Guinness for Cable. He seemed like a dark beer sort of guy. "Here you go."

Re: Bar

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Not a bad choice," Cable observed, taking the glass gratefully. "It's been a while."

You could only drink so many beers around Deadpool, really.

Re: Bar

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

"It's a favorite of mine. I can't stand those light beers," Marion said as she poured herself a beer. "Back in my day light beer didn't exist."

Oh wow, that made her seem old.

Re: Bar

[bitchprince]

This was that pub he'd been forced to speak about to the rodents. As far as Arthur was concerned, that meant he was in the right spot, as Hannibal had so helpfully pointed out.

He took a seat to wait. "A large ale," he instructed, and eyed the door.

Re: Bar

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal stepped inside a few minutes later, already shrugging off his coat and looking for Arthur.

It shouldn't be too hard to find a broody blonde.

Re: Bar

[bitchprince]

Arthur wasn't broody, and he'd kill anyone who claimed he was.

He eyed Hannibal across the room, seeming altogether more concerned with his drink than anything else. Had he been a kinder person, he probably would've called or waved, but no.

Re: Bar

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Ah, there was the BROODY one now.

Hannibal made his way over and took a seat beside Arthur, smiling brightly. "You found the place. Have any difficulty?"

Re: Bar

[bitchprince]

"I can read," Arthur replied. He felt his tone made it rather obvious what he meant by that, but still... "Your people aren't exactly subtle."

Lounge

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

Where you can relax and not get hit in the head with a Nerf ball.

Back Room

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

Where they were still getting stuff ready for tomorrow's game. TV's and pool tables were hard to set up, okay?

OOC

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

God. Stupid Dutch ho's, making me do my work early.

Re: OOC

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

You love me. Stop lying to yourself.

Re: OOC

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

The fact that I love you doesn't make you any less of a ho.

Re: OOC

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

She must have gotten bored of chasing windmills.

Re: OOC

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

...somehow, that has gotten that TLC song stuck in my head.

I fear my brain, making logical jumps like that.

Re: OOC

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Clearly, your brain just hates me and my people.

Well, okay, that's a lie. I love TLC.

Re: OOC

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

HUSH, YOU.

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

And picking tulips!

Re: OOC

[endsthegame]

Oh, you're so silenced now, no-ketchup girl.

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[needsaparrot]

And sticking your fingers in... *FLEEEES*