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Caritas; Saturday Evening

Meg was shocked and appalled at the state of this bar. How was she supposed to show off her creativity and quirkiness in a dump like this? There wasn't enough glitter, wasn't enough half-naked men in leather pants and there certainly wasn't enough random giant dogs lounging around. This was unacceptable! She will never be a famous pop star at this rate. She'll be stuck in this crap town forever.

"My life is ruined!" Meg said dramatically. She pointed at Tino. "You, send a martini to the back. I need it to cope!"

[Totally cheating. Mod Tino! Notifs are off omg so ping me in the OOC thread if you want something]

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I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun

And I know that it’s complicated
But I’m a loser in love
So baby raise a glass to mend
All the broken hearts
Of all my wrecked up friends

Look at him
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He’s a wolf in disguise
But I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes

ALE-ALE-JANDROOOOOOOO!

Hell yeah, I knew I'd work my girlfran into the game somehow.

Meg was in the back, sipping on a martini and looking awesome.

Without pants.

Charles got a scotch from the Tino and turned to face the stage. You'd think being alive after a year would make him happier and less broody but...you'd be wrong. He still had John to deal with and his father's wedding and now he had to deal with being spoiled for his favorite TV show. Life blew.

Having only woken up a short time ago, Adrian had missed how the wtf started. In fact, he was more than a little clueless as to what was going on, though he knew something was off.

Granted, if he talked to anyone he'd end up laughing his ass off of Monday, but he'd see that as a good thing.

Keeping to his routine, Dimitri sat on his usual bar stool and ordered his usual drink from Tino. He looked around the room, wondering who would take away the loneliness on this night.

No one could compare with his dead wife, but they could certainly try. Maybe a redhead.

Tony did have pants on, but he didn't have a smile on his face. He was going to be married tomorrow and he couldn't shake this feeling as though something was going to ruin it for him.

It might have been all those times someone had come between him and Tyler over the years. With the kidnappings, the amnesia, the evil twins, the goat--never could forget that evil goat.

So he was brooding as he drank his scotch. The proper drink of a Stark-Bass.

Having escaped from that horrible blond sexy man who had kidnapped him from the church, Merlin was there at the only place other than--a desecrated church--that he felt comfortable. A bar.

"Give me a scotch. And make it a double," He ordered Tino with the confidence that only came from the obscenely rich and powerful.

"We have a problem," Merlin said, sidling up to his devastatingly handsome brother.

"Tell me about it," Charles said, turning to face his brother. Damn, those cheekbones were perfect. "But you go first."

The lounge was the only proper place of someone with Eleanor's style to lounge. The all-day shopping spree had been successful, insomuch as successful could be since this wasn't Paris or New York.

Decked out in a Versace dress (http://www.celebritydesignerdress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/versace-dress.jpg), Eleanor lounged sexily on a couch, sipping at a martini.

This was a bit more like it, though George was still going to pay for the mess he'd made that morning. She hadn't needed all that extra stress, and everyone knows stress causes wrinkles, the career killer of all models.

It was the best genetics in town. Skywalkers? Well, you could just see the low class there. Winchesters? The less said about their habits, the best.

"There's a wildcard. He kidnapped me from the church this afternoon, claiming I was--get this--his servant."

"Well that's completely ridiculous. You're a Stark-Bass. We own people, not the other way around," he said. Charles looked Merlin over to make sure that he hadn't been injured during the kidnapping. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Charles wouldn't stand for that at all. If anybody was going to do anything to his brother, it'd be him.

...there's got to be a better way to say that.

Reno was here, because if he was here instead of back at the hotel, then he could have himself a friggin' drink without worrying about his circulation being cut off at the neck by Rikku-the-crazy.

And Reno needed a friggin' drink, thank you.

"Everclear," he practically growled at Tino. "An' if you try to tell me anything about you bein' someone's long-lost twin, then I'm gonna shove my stun-baton straight up your ass so quick the protection spell on this place won't even have time to notice."

Sure it would. But Reno was feeling surly, here.

"No, he was being all--" Merlin sneered. "Noble."

"That's even worse!" Charles declared. "Noble people are so hard to bribe and blackmail. It's disgusting, the way they parade around their morals."

"Exactly!" Unlike Chuck. Chuck would be the perfect partner if only he wasn't Merlin's brother---if only. But no! He would not give into these Winchester thoughts. He was stronger than that.

No one in his family was having dalliances with the Skywalkers, after all.

"I've gotten you a welcome back gift," Merlin told him, trying to look away from those perfect features.

Angela Martin Bass Kessler Stinson Castle Montague Cabot Adama Insert-Biff's-Last-Name-Here came into the bar, once again hoping to find her perfect match. The next one would be it! She meant it this time!

"I'd like a martini, dry, with two olives," she ordered, and on Monday she was going to call AA, no joke.

Technically they were all over the Skywalkers if you counted John.

But John sucked so, yeah.

"A gift? For me?" That was not Charles' heart fluttering. It's just he's never had a sibling who hadn't tried to strangle him to death. "You shouldn't have. But give it to me anyway."

(The part of Steve Rogers will now be played by Alexander Skarsgard.)

Steve Rogers strode into the bar and sat down beside Tony without waiting for an invitation. Because he could. Because he was a bad boy. Yes. "Tony," he said with a rakish grin.

"Patience," Merlin chided, unable to stop himself from fixing Chuck's hair for him. It was just so soft. He'd have to ask what he used. "A girl from church. A sweet, little innocent for you to break to your heart's content."

And she had a great rack.

"Steve!" Tony sat up in alarm and shock and maybe a little lust, but that wasn't to be thought about. He was with Tyler now! "What are you doing here?"

Why tonight? Why tonight of all nights?!

"I thought you were supposed to be in Argentina!"

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