fandomtownies | Caritas, Thursday evening (9/8)

Some of them remember Prohibition. And they're carrying violin cases.

Where Kenzi is glaring at the shelves in disgust, but will be happy to get you an ice water.

Bo gave the not-exactly-bustling place the once-over as she slid onto a barstool. "You promised me evidence of you actually working. I see no such thing!"

"I can work for you! Watch me work!" Kenzi protested, getting out the little sprayer hose and brandishing it. "What do you want to drink?"

Given the lack of clientele, Bo didn't figure the chance of her dragging home somebody she shouldn't was too high. Zombies aside - she had lines. "Beerm I guess? Whatever's on tap."

"Um." Kenzi paused, and said with determination, "Might I recommend our fine, fine seltzer water with lime? Our Coke with lemon? Our 7-Up with a garnish of cherry?"

Bo blinked at her. "I can have a beer. I won't sleep with any of the zombies. Promise."

"Eeeeeeew!" This distracted Kenzi from her woes for at least ten seconds. "I didn't even-- could that even work? 'Cause they're dead, not just 'cause they're gross?"

"Well... vampires are dead. Kind of. So maybe. But I see your eeeeeeeeeeew and raise you a gack, so no."

"Your deal with your junk is weird," Kenzi told her, like she didn't know that, then smiled nervously as she filled up a glass with ice. And then Coke. And a cherry. Like a rum and coke! And here, have a little plastic pirate sword through a lime! And an umbrella! And maybe one of those orange peels, too!

"My junk is perfectly normal junk, thank you." What was she even saying? Bo shook her head, then stared at the glass. "Kenzi, as one bartender to another, I may need to give you some tips. We'll start simple with how Coke isn't beer, and then work our way up."

Kenzi dropped her head onto the bar in despair. "I didn't do it! I swear I didn't do it! Tino's just a big loser and how would I get it all out of here without a pedi-cab or some bruisers to help me!"

..it might help if she explained what she didn't do, but. And yet.

"You'd figure out a way," Bo responded automatically, because like Kenzi wouldn't? "What didn't you do that you'd figure out a way to do if you actually did it?"

That remark about the pedi-cab might indicate she gave this some thought, yes.

"All of the rum is gone." A beat. "So's the vodka. So's the gin. So's the beer and the wine and the tequila and the strange and cute liqueurs and the kahlua and the amaretto and the stuff that's 100 proof and should be sold only to vampires and I swear, if I'd done this, I wouldn't do it on the day I had to tend bar!"

Well, that much was probably true.

Bo raised an eyebrow. Well, actually, Bo raised both eyebrows. Did that count as multi-tasking? "Just poof? Gone? Did it disappear in front of you, or was it just not here when you got in?" Some looking pointedly at Tino might be in order here, except... he seemed to be looking pointedly at Kenzi.

"It wasn't here when I got here." Yeah, Kenzi was glaring along with Bo. "Other people had a way better chance to take it than I did. Or to at least be stupidheads and leave doors and windows open for other people to rob us."

The gesture Tino directed them-wards was so not appropriate to be throwing at a high schooler. Which Bo would point out if everyone on the island including herself wouldn't fall over laughing at the idea that Kenzi hadn't both seen and used it while she was still in diapers.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it, you didn't do it either," Bo called down the bar, rolling her eyes. "Gremlins, maybe?"

Kenzi returned it, doubled, and followed up with the British version, and the Italian version, in case Tino needed a translation there.

"Ohhh, those little bastards," Kenzi said, sounding half-admiring. "They so would! Drunk gremlins, out on the town!" She contemplated that. "I need a camera!"

Which made Bo pause. "I wonder if they ever bite each other. I guess not, or maybe they're immune? Or we'd see them wandering around the island dressed as Lady Gaga all the time."

That sent Kenzi into gales of laughter as she poured herself a Coke, spraying part of the counter, and having to wipe it down as she giggled. "Or staging their own little Dancing With the Stars competitions? Holy crap, that would be awesome."

Bo grinned. "It really kind of would. The squirrels could film it. Or those kids who do the iCarly show."

"Sam and Freddy. They filmed you, they'd get boffo ratings if they got actual gremlins to appear on their show. Plus people would praise their FX again." She grinned and popped lime slice in her mouth, smiling around it. "Still leaves us with no booze for now. Bogus, bogus, bogus."

Bo took a drink of her own Coke and shrugged. Then made a face and pulled the orange peel out. "You could always use it as a chance to experiment with virgin cocktails, see how close you can get to them tasting like the real thing."

Kenzi looked thoughtful, then over at the zombies. "Or how much other stuff I can put in them without consequences."

Unlike Karla, if someone died from something Kenzi made, it would at least partially be on purpose. Good thing those guys were zombies, no?

Bo glanced over at the band, then back to Kenzi. "Why do I get the feeling you're up to no good aside from the fact that you're breathing?"

"Pssh. I have to know what not to serve people too, right? I learn by doing!"

Kenzi got out the blender with a maniacal look on her face. "You, though, I'll just make a strawberry mango daiquiri. Without extras."

"That sounds...yummy, actually," Bo said with somewhat surprised approval. "Still, be careful with the zombies. If anyone can manage to really kill one, I have the feeling it's you."

If you feel like eating your pretzels in peace.

At least the big screen's still there?

Kenzi swears she has an alibi. For the whole week.

Back around 7pm EST.

Caritas, Thursday evening (9/8)

The Band (9/8)

The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

Re: The Bar (9/8)

The Lounge (9/8)

The Back Room

OOC