http://fabulous-secret.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-09-26 08:18 pm

Caritas | Saturday

She-Ra had a problem. Really, it was Adora's problem and it was leaking across to effect them both. The problem? Tino was starting to look good. Thank Greyskull he bumbled more things tonight than the Twiggets, dropping everything he touched on the floor.

"We ought to get your ears checked, friend," She-Ra told him, bending over to clean up a spilled bowl of nuts. "All these spills could be the symptom of a much larger problem."

It wasn't likely She-Ra would pick up on Tino's real problem.

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[identity profile] whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, reading audience, Adrian was making a point to frequent this bar as much as possible. He liked it here and he was meeting a lot of interesting people and he saw no reason to stop.

It helped when he saw the bartender. "I knew I liked this place," he said, finding his seat.

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[identity profile] whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"It not only makes me a frequenter, it makes me an employee," he corrected. "I'm not sure how that happened." Alcohol. Alcohol was how it happened.

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[identity profile] guardian-god.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take much to figure out who the Royal was, but Dimitri was more of a lurker. He'd just sip his water and assess the situation from afar.

For now.

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[identity profile] whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
When he was still checking out his surroundings, and more specifically the people, Adrian (eventually) noticed the guy lurking. And for the lurking, Adrian would raise his glass to him.

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[identity profile] cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Zayne had been jogging around town for some exercise when he came to Caritas and decided to stop in for a drink. When he took a seat at the bar and saw who was working tonight, he gave a friendly smile. "Good evening, She-Ra."

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[identity profile] cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I do?" Zayne asked. He wasn't sure what that actually meant. "I didn't realize I was glowing at all."

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[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, the weekend. Boon to students everywhere, even in College. A hot bartender didn't hurt either.

"Hi I'm Tim." he introduced himself.

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[identity profile] likeababyduck.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, roomie," Sweets said, waving at Tim.

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[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like a Cosmopolitan, please," Vince said, sitting down on a stool. He smiled happily.

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[identity profile] likeababyduck.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Even though Rachel had to cancel due to being on another continent, Sweets decided to head to the bar tonight. He was in the mood to have a drink and sing a little.

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[identity profile] thegray-lady.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Lia had never really been much for bars--there were taverns in Terreille, certainly, but it wasn't a thing she frequented. Still, when in Fandom, one should do what the others did, right?

That found her at the bar on Saturday night, sipping lightly at a glass of wine.

Perhaps not the most adventurous choice, but she wasn't the most adventurous Queen.

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[identity profile] likeababyduck.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Sweets smiled at the newcomer. "Hello," he said. "I don't think we've met. You're not a teacher at the school, are you?"

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[identity profile] guardian-god.livejournal.com 2009-09-27 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Dimitri wasn't normally one to hit the bar scene; the majority of his nights were spent working or reading. But his contacts had said the local club was the place to be if he wanted to meet the new Moroi in town and Caritas was the closest thing to a club.

"Water, please," he said, slipping onto a bar stool with a good view of the room.