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Caritas- Saturday

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work.

Tino, however, was completely himself today, and he was looking oh so pleased about having to be here on a day everyone had gone insane again.

...Maybe he'd get a hookup from someone who didn't know any better. That made him feel better.

[Mod Tino for all your drunken-AU-hookups-that-you'll-regret-on-Monday needs!]

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Be glad they stayed themselves. It could have been messy if they didn't.

Tino will be glad to serve you.

Get some quiet time, away from the crowd.

What am I kidding, no one will use this thread.

Given past AU weekend Caritases, I should turn comments off, but what's the fun in that?

When Shepard entered, he smiled and leaned on the bar.

"How about a discount?" he said to Tino. "My name's Commander Shepard, and this could be my favorite bar on the island. An endorsement might help sales."

Tino had none of it. But he did serve Shepard a beer.

Shepard just shrugged. "It works on the Citadel," he said.

Angua wasn't really much of a bar girl. But she had unwittedly worked a shift at the station on an AU weekend, and that would drive anyone to give drinking another try.

As she sat on the barstool, the words came out of her unbidden, before she could even think to change them. "I'd like a cold, refreshing, never bitter Coors Lite."

When she realized what she'd said, she'd thumped her fist on the bar.

"Curse you, younger than normal Jethro Gibbs and your sawdust swagger!"

But, oh, just wait until you actually drank it, Angua. Just you wait.

Jake had spent his first week in Fandom holed up in his hotel room watching the Olympics.

He'd spent his second week holed up in his hotel room getting drunk on bootlegged French rum and ignoring a parade of phone calls from home.

Now? Well, he was out of rum (oh god, he was going to have to pay full price for rum again. That was depressing) and getting a little tired of the same four walls. So to the pub it was, to grab a pint and stare at some different walls for a change.

"Lord God, woman," Jake gave her a horrified look. "Why would ye want to drink that?"

Tasha really had every right to be suspicious today. Everything was different, and wrong she didn't know why, and the few people she'd accosted to find anything out had been fucking useless and obviously mental.

By the time she made it to the bar, she was nothing if not cranky (kind of a default state for her lately) and disorientated.

Two minutes and a threat of removing bollocks, and Tasha had her drink and Tino was well up the other end of the bar.

It was a very good question.

"...because they use a very special barely harvested in their very own breweries scattered all over the Rockies and I have no idea, that's just what he said, but, good gods, his voice! It's just in my head, telling me that all I want is the cool taste of a Coors Lite. He's gone to marketing."

"...Right." Jake shook his head. "All I'm sayin is, if you're lookin' for sex in a canoe, well. This is an island. I'm sure you could find it at places other'n the pub."

"Sex in a canoe?" Well, that was a new one; at least, she didn't remember seeing that on any of the cocktail lists, but that Girls' Night Out was a while ago, and only bits of it could actually be recalled. "That's not exactly a Screaming Orgasm, is it?"

Nathan had discovered there was little to do in an apartment without a computer, naked or not, so he'd dressed (it was a miracle something fit given his six inch drop) and found his way to the bar.

Smiling in a naturally flirtatious way, he'd ordered a microbrew and frowned when Tino set a Coors in front of him. "Well, here's to trying something new!"

And there he was. Holding a mug of clean, crisp, refreshing beer up to the light.

"Ageing."

He looked around at anyone who was listening. He might be rambling at Tino. Or the person next to him. Or really any person in the bar. It was tough to tell.

"It's just as important to beer as it is to wine. Aging gives beer something called "balance". Just the right combination of flavors and aromas," he declared as he observed how the light struck that beautiful mug of beer.

"Now Coors thinks aging is so important that it ages its beer longer than any other major brewer. They use that time to age out a lot of the heaviness and a lot of the bitter aftertaste you'll find in other beers. So when you want a beer that's a little smoother with all the spirit of a great beer.... Coors is the one."

It was an impressive speech. One that would have gone a lot better if Tino hadn't been sick of all the "Coors" talk from before.

He had poured Not!Gibbs a Bud Light.

"You know there's not much better than a cold Coors Light," Not!Gibbs said as he sat down next to Angua. "It's brewed the same way as regular Coors without the extra calories. So what you get is a beer that doesn't fill you up and still gives you the great beer Coors is known for."

Oh, great. Just what Angua needed on a day like this, a vampire in the bar. She was just going to be over here, down the way, not glaring. Really. She wasn't. It just looked like glaring.

At least she seemed to take some sort of satisfaction in the fact that he seemed to be afflicted by the Not!Gibbs marketing plot, too.

"Bartender's crap, eh?" Nathan remarked, his accent no longer Russian, but instead more like a Brit who'd spent too much time in the states. "This is like drinking flavored water." And what would the kind and gentle spirit of non-specific race or sex think about that?

"Depends on who you're with, b'y," Jake pointed out.

This entire thing was giving Mattie a headache... which was why she'd parked herself at the bar.

If she had the chance to get drunk, she was going to take it!

So... apparently Adrian was on his own tonight? One of these times he'd change over, but this time, he just showed up sans guardian and ordered a drink from the bar anyway. For some strange reason he was reeeeeally watching those auras today.

Catching her glare, Nathan smirked ever so slightly. "You know, some say it's not polite to stare," he said, British accent light and amused. "But I've never minded people looking, so stare away."

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Ooh, pretty man. Hope bet he'd be tasty.

Not dirty!

Oh, totally dirty.

"Hi, there," she said with a smile.

Ben had come to the bar to warn Jaina that Leia gone Completely Insane, but Jaina wasn't here.

So now he was sitting on a stool looking awkward and nursing a soda.

Angua's eyes glanced over to Not!Gibbs having a seat and she asked, "Are you still on about that, then?"

The own Coors purchased with his seductive marketing ploy had so far gone untouched.

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