Caritas - Wednesday 4/8

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A bit unsure about the band tonight, Penelope made sure to steer clear of them, keeping herself behind the bar and near Tino. As much as he would allow at any rate.

She sipped scotch, because it was stronger, and because Chuck had recommended it. It wasn't bad, especially after the fourth or fifth sip.

Caritas is open.
 

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The Band

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Where the zombies played.

The Bar

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Mmm, were drinks are served.

Re: The Bar

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Prince Edward wanted to continue hiding. He thought this was a good place to do it, not to mention the drinking that will, in short order, have him not caring whether or not he was hiding.

"Greeting's," he said to the girl. "I shall have a rum and Coke! Thank you."

A beat.

"Very little Coke."

Re: The Bar

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Penelope smiled politely and fixed him his drink, setting it before him on a bar napkin. "There are pretzels, if you care for any."

Re: The Bar

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"No, thank you. I shall just continue to sit here and drink. Perhaps you can make sure my glass is full? Excellent!"

Re: The Bar

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"That won't be a problem. I'm Penelope by the way."

Re: The Bar

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"Ah, but my manners. I am Prince Edward. A pleasure to meet you, Penelope," he replied, kindly, then continued to drink.

Re: The Bar

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She smiled, and noted the purplish lump on his forehead. She wouldn't ask as he seemed to want to enjoy his drink with less conversation. But she would keep an eye on him, just in case he wasn't himself and needed something other than a drink.

The Lounge

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Where drunks can rest or find privacy.

The Backroom

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There's a TV back here!

OOC

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Mmm, Xtreme Cheese Pizza! Excuse me, it's dinner time!