Caritas- Saturday (from 6:15 on)

[solo_sword]

The dates were over, and Jaina was back behind the bar, with absolutely no idea what the hell had happened during that last date. But now that she was out of the lounge, she was trying not to facepalm at herself. And was definitely sticking to water for the night.

At any rate, she and Tino were both around to help if anyone needed drinks while mingling with people they may or may not have dated for three minutes.


[This is your regular post-3MD post. All are welcome, even if you weren't at the dates. I am around, but afk after about 6 PST, at which point whee for modding Tino!]

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Stage

[solo_sword]

Zombies!

Bar

[solo_sword]

Drinks and mingling!

Re: Bar

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

After the events, GOB made his way over to the bar for his standard trolling of women who had a miserable several dates. There was bound to be somebody desperate for action after all of that.

"Hey, you... Jenny?" That was the closest he had ever come to getting the name right. "Can I get some whiskey?"

He was trying to bond! He was ordering from Jaina instead of Tino!

Re: Bar

[solo_sword]

"Jaina," she corrected. "And why would I do a thing like that?"

She'd get him the drink, but she'd ask that question first.

Re: Bar

[therewaslife]

While most of his dates had been fun, Bod was still a little confused by how strange he'd acted with Quinn. He'd thought about just going back to his room but that seemed like retreating and he didn't want to do that.

Instead, he took a seat at the bar and kept looking thoughtful. He wouldn't figure it out but that wouldn't stop him from trying.

Re: Bar

[solo_sword]

It didn't look like Tino had gotten to Bod yet, so there was Jaina coming by to say, "Hey. Can I get you anything?"

Re: Bar

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"So, how about that drink?" Leda offered, taking a seat beside him.

Re: Bar

[stars_and_money]

"Bod, my man!" Jeremy was a friendly guy, and even moreso when he had a bit of alcohol in his system. That'd explain the great big smile. "I thought I saw you here. How'd your dating go?"

Re: Bar

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"So," Quinn said, more awkwardly than her usual. "how did your other dates go? Meet anyone else you can't live without?"

She would not exactly be horribly disappointed if the answer was yes. Nothing against Bod, it had just been intense.

Re: Bar

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy had the feeling something a little weird had happened on one of his dates, but he really wasn't going to put too much thought in it. He'd had fun, that was enough.

And that deserved another drink. "Can I, uh, get a rum and coke, please?"

Re: Bar

[solo_sword]

"Sure," Jaina said, getting the drink together. "Were you here for the dating?"

Re: Bar

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Tonight Bruce lost control a little and made out with a girl during one date, then had another girl completely lose her mind and become possessive over him, to the point where he felt the need to use the Sanctuary Spell to his advantage as an escape plan so he didn't have to do anything drastic and George didn't need to add more fuel to her embarrassment.

After climbing out of the park tree he landed in, Bruce made his way back to Caritas. He felt the need to check in with a couple people, so he wasn't going to just stay away.

"Can I get a glass of Scotch?" Bruce asked.

Re: Bar

[solo_sword]

"Was it that bad out there?" Jaina asked, getting the drink together. Not that she'd ever actually seen him drink.

Re: Bar

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn waved at Bruce. "We didn't get matched tonight," she pointed out, just to state the obvious. "Good night, bad night, mediocre?"

Re: Bar

[old-and-busted.livejournal.com]

"You look a little young to be drinking Scotch, son," said a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses carrying a box under his arm. "Did I hear someone earlier address you as Bruce Wayne?"

Re: Bar

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Drinks. There could be a lot of drinks now as far as Caroline was concerned. Too bad she probably had some actual talking to do and needed to keep her head clear and not overly clouded.

Still, there was no harm in one drink and so she slid onto a bar stool and snagged something strong from that creeper bartender who'd not been quite so willingly helpful last week.

Re: Bar

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Okay, some of that had been mildly weird. Not exactly unpleasant. No, definitely not unpleasant. Just kind of... unexpected. Jake almost wished he did drink, but there still was the whole not knowing what alcohol did to a werewolf thing.

So ginger ale it was as he contemplated what the hell to do and how much he should apologise to Ramona.

Re: Bar

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn could mingle! She'd gotten at least two offers of a drink, plus one guy telling her he didn't want to live without her -- a little melodramatic, but whatever -- so she was feeling pretty cute as she took a seat and ordered a diet coke.

Re: Bar

[notlikebobby.livejournal.com]

Jack sat at the bar with his non-alcoholic drink and decided to people watch for a while after the flurry of the dates.

Re: Bar

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Today, George had learned a very valuable and important lesson. She had decided to come out here and volunteer for this whole speed-dating thing, and maybe try to actually meet people and talk to them like a normal human being.

This had ended with her declaring her love for a guy that was nice enough and that she'd just actually managed to get a date with, and then being so freakishly stalkery that he had somehow teleported into thin air.

The important and valuable lesson was, of course, that trying new things was a stupid fucking idea that should be avoided at all costs.

If anyone needed George, she was going to be ... over here. Not making eye contact.

Lounge

[solo_sword]

No more dates!

Re: Lounge

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan was in the lounge, laid out on one of the couches and trying to figure out why he'd acted the way he did with Ellie. The thought of being sickly sweet and that freaking emotional made him want to retch.

Instead, he was going to take up space, hand holding a beer bottle against his chest and eyes on the ceiling. Maybe there was something in the fucking air? Whatever it was, he was bound and determined to get it the fuck out of him.

He'd find a way.

Back Room

[solo_sword]

Is still here!

OOC

[solo_sword]

Maybe I will leave slightly sooner than 6 pm, in order to avoid the traditional "Traffic can diaf" tweet.

Re: OOC

[weetuskenraider]

. . . it's traditional now?