Caritas, Thursday Night (9/1)

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"Sing it!" The zombies all shook their heads, looking mutinous. "Sing it or I'll Febreeze your butts back to dust!" The zombies pouted. Euuugh. "Okay, you can just play it. Come on! It's part of your cultural heritage!"

The zombies finally gave in, and played Jonathan Coulton's 'RE: Your Brains', and picked up the tempo whenever Kenzi sling-shot bar peanuts at them.

She served Mr. Caffrey a bowl of Kahlua & cream. "If you get sloppy drunk on this, I'm takin' pictures." He gave her a look from under the fedora. "Fair warning!"

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The Band

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Who are not happy to have their cultural experience appropriated like this.

The Bar

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There's a cat there. He's watching to see if he can walk off with anything of yours. Including your drink.

The Lounge

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For private parties. But no private dancers.

The Back Room

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Where the big screen is. Until Kenzi can figure out how to un-bolt that sucker, at least.

OOC

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*sings along to JC and moves on to "Skullcrusher Mountain"*