Caritas; Tuesday Evening

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"You wanna give me a dollar if I eat all the peanuts in this bowl?"

Tino just stared at Marshall.

Marshall grinned. "A dollar it is then!"

Oh, Marshall. You don't need to make bets to eat all the peanuts.

Comments

Band

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Sing.

Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Drink.

Re: Bar

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

Barney spotted Marshall and the peanuts and it wasn't like it took much to figure things out. "I'll give you sixty bucks if you drink six beers in six minutes."

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"A beer a minute?" Marshall asked. He thought about this for a moment. "Okay, you're on. Wait. Draft or bottle?"

Re: Bar

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Bottle," Barney decided, sliding onto a stool. This would be good evening entertainment. "Draft's for pussies."

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"It's the same thing," Marshall said. But he got out six bottles anyway. "You got a watch?"

Re: Bar

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Do I have a watch!" Barney looked like Marshall was crazy and lifted his exquisite suit sleeve to reveal a shiny, shiny watch. "Now, when I say go, you start chugging and I'll start timing. GO!" No, he wasn't giving wait time for processing. Please.

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

There was a slight moment of flailing before Marshall grabbed the first beer and started chugging. It was slow moving at first but he managed to finish the first one in under minute.

"Oh god, I have to burp." Quick, Marshall! Spend your few spare seconds trying to belch! That will make it better!

Re: Bar

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Barney deserved a nod, if only for being such a snappy dresser. "Nice suit."

Jack, of course, was in a plain t-shirt, jeans, and a battered olive ballcap.

Re: Bar

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Yes it is," Barney agreed, drinking to spare himself from Jack's ensemble of failure.

Re: Bar

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

"...Got a little bit of an ego there, huh?" Jack asked.

Re: Bar

[makesfaces.livejournal.com]

Jim walked in and took a seat at the bar. Taking a look around, he spotted the zombies.

This caused him to shoot the camera a worried glance.

"Hi. I think I'll have a beer."

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall immediately tensed up when he noticed the camera. He never did well with this type of thing.

"Of course you can have a beer, sir," Marshall said. "Because that is my job. To give you drinks."

Re: Bar

[makesfaces.livejournal.com]

"Are you feeling okay?" Jim asked.

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Of course!" No, he was not okay. Oh god, was his fly down? Well he couldn't look down and check, that would be too obvious. What was he going to do?

"Is my fly down?" Oh god.

Re: Bar

[makesfaces.livejournal.com]

Jim shrugged, stood up, and glanced down. "No, you're all zipped up. But I think your shoe was untied."

Re: Bar

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Well you can't see my underwear through my shoe so that's okay." Oh god, Marshall stop talking. At least he managed to get Jim's beer without doing anything too embarrassing.

Re: Bar

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack looked at Jim, then at the camera.

Jack didn't LIKE cameramen. When they weren't trying to interview you -- as if that wasn't bad enough -- they were stealing your spaceships. And THAT? Was less than fun.

"Does he HAVE to be here?" he asked Jim.

Re: Bar

[makesfaces.livejournal.com]

"Does who have to be where?" Jim asked, feigning confusion.

Re: Bar

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

"Your friend," Jack clarified, gesturing at the cameraman. He turned and smiled fakely into the lens. "Hi, my name is Jack. My favorite color is peridot, I like pudding, and if I could spend the afternoon with anyone in the world, it would be Mary Steenburgen."

Re: Bar

[makesfaces.livejournal.com]

"Oh, we're not friends," Jim said. "He's just some guy who walked in here with a camera."

Re: Bar

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack grabbed for some peanuts. "You lose a dollar. Don't worry, I'm good for it."

Lounge

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Relax.

Back Room

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Play.

OOC

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

So here's the deal. I've been drinking. Sooooo pings might be non-existent.

Yeah. I blame Pard.