fandomtownies | Caritas- Saturday

It didn't matter that Jaina had been through phone weirdness more than once before. Considering most of her messages had centered around the sex shop, paying for sex, roleplaying, or how cursing wouldn't get her dates, she listened to Thursday's radio broadcast twice fully expecting something really horrible to have been said about her to get that kind of theme going. Nothing bad was said, of course, which was almost disappointing. Yesterday had been frustrating, and she kind of wished someone could pay for it. Oh well.

That didn't mean she still wasn't trying to ignore her comlink while she was working tonight. She had no idea if whatever caused Fandom's phones to go haywire affected the comlink she used to call home, and she knew she had messages waiting for her from there. If there had been calls from any family members of friends or colleagues of any sort from home waiting for her continuing the theme... she couldn't handle that two days in a row. She'd just keep on working and pretend her comlink didn't occasionally go off.

[Around till about 6 PST!]

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Tino stood in the middle of the stage. Lucas signaled for the zombie drummer to start the drum roll (after only a moment of confusion by the drummer being dead) before getting on his board and starting to skate around the stage to build up speed. He finally took his last turn before heading toward Tino, ollieng into the air, and adding a kickflip that buzzed Tino's head just for good measure.

Frankly, it looked like something you might get in Tony Hawk's Pro Skater if you were using codes ~~and that was the only reason you knew any of those words~~.

Lucas landed safely on the other side of the bartender. More importantly (but not to Lucas), Tino was also safe.

"That would have been better if there were more chicks around," he said to himself.

"Is there really nothing else to do in this town but go to a karaoke bar?" Lucas asked as he took a seat at the bar. "Or other restaurants. And movie theater that isn't showing something with me. Whatever."

"There's not much to do, at any rate," Jaina confirmed. Hence why she ended up here so often. "There's the bowling alley and pool hall, though. And the boardwalk." She stopped short of telling him he should try one of those. She'd already Force-thwapped him once, she could try to be nice to the new guy. "What can I get you?"

"Red Bull and vodka," Lucas said, like a true Hollywood douchebag. Then he pointed at the back bar. "That vodka. Not the other one."

"Sure," she said, rolling her eyes as she turned to get the vodka he'd pointed to. "Doesn't the alcohol just cancel out the Red Bull?" And likely screw up your system since caffeine and depressives shouldn't really mix?

"Just with the unimportant stats. It still gives bonuses to drunkeness, fighting, and balls," Lucas said.

Why yes, he did come from a video game-related world.

She gave him a weird look as she passed over his drink. "What?"

"Stats," Lucas repeated. "You know, your ability to do stuff?"

"I'm pretty sure I don't work that way," Jaina said. "Are those really what you consider important... stats?"

"If I'm looking to get drunk, get in a fight, or be ballsy, sure," Lucas said with a shrug. "The Red Bull also gives a halfway decent Jump bonus. Because it gives you wings, you know?"

"So Red Bull literally makes you able to jump?" she checked.

"When I finish this, I could jump over the quiet guy, easy," Lucas said.

Yes, Tino, he was talking about you.

"So could I, and I don't need Red Bull," she said. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna do it."

Not that she'd stop Lucas. "Just not while he's behind the bar."

"Can you do it on a skateboard?" Lucas asked.

"Never tried, so let's say no," she admitted. "Does that mean you can?" She was starting to worry for Tino.

Lucas finished his drink and the bonus to Balls basically answered for him. "Easily. Let's set it up on the stage. And I'll need one hell of a drum roll for it."

Jaina waved Tino out from behind the bar. "The zombies can give you the drumroll, I guess. And just so you know, if you break any of them, it's up to you to put them back together."

"I'll just pay that guy extra to do it if he survives," Lucas said, getting up and going to the front door. He gave a sharp whistle for some nameless flunky to bring his board. After a few seconds, he was walking up to the stage, skateboard in hand.

"Oh, and if you it him, you'll probably get transported out of here," Jaina called, leaning forward with her arms on the bar to watch.

She almost got out her phone to get a picture, but decided she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Lucas skated back to his seat after nailing the trick (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/5656096.html?thread=219239712#t219239712) and was half-tempted to grind across the bar for bonus points. But he didn't need them. He got enough of a multiplier for jumping the bartender anyway.

"See? Easy."

If he'd done that to the bar, Jaina'd have gotten kicked out for pushing him off. But hey, she did give him credit for pulling off the stunt. "Congratulations, you didn't kill our hardest-working employee!"

"He hasn't done anything since I've been here. He didn't even do anything in that trick. He just didn't move," Lucas pointed out.

"He's here pretty much every day. That's more than any of us do," she shrugged.

"Are you sure he just doesn't have anything better to do?" Lucas asked.

"No, but he's still here. I consider it something." Especially during weeks like the labyrinth thing.

"Maybe. He did do a good job not chickening out when there was a skateboard coming at his face," Lucas said.

Look, it was the best compliment he was likely to give.

If I can't propose to David Anders, maybe I'll just stalk Nathan Fillion.

Oh lord. I can't take you anywhere.

I might be good! I didn't stalk him last month!

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