Caritas, Monday

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Jake had woken up that morning to find a mysteriously book-shaped package waiting for him just outside his door. Or perhaps not so mysterious, given that what was inside was, in fact, a book.

A book that he'd already thrown across the bar in frustration three times. And then promptly gone and retrieved and resumed reading, because he was apparently a glutton for punishment.

Jared Boyle: Special Detective. Hmph.

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Stage!

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I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one
Trying to find the courage to talk to one
I asked her for a dance
Not a second glance
My night had just begun

Bar!

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Well I drink to the father and the holy ghost
I'm kneeling at the altar of my nightly post
So I'll raise a glass, not the first nor last
Come join me in this toast

Because the old black rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped round my leg
And the old black rum's got a hold on me
Will I live for another day?
Hey, will I live for another day?

Lounge!

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Well the queen of George street just went walking on by
Walking on by with some guy who don't care
That she stood in line
Since half past nine
And spent three hours on her hair

Back Room!

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Well her friend is looking at me with an evil grin
I think the bloody racket might soon begin
I must have said some thing
To the George street queen
The boys are joining in!

So I drank all of my money
And I slept out in the rain
Everyday is different but the nights they're all the same
You never see the sun on the old black rum
But I know I'm gonna do it again!

OOC!

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Garrison Steele, you are the best.

Also, am attempting to motivate myself to actually do grocery errands and the like, but should be around for most of the evening.