Caritas, Monday

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"...Are you messing with me?" Jake asked of the delivery guy. As per usual, the guy just shrugged, leaving Jake with a crate full of rocks.

"I don't even know why I bother opening this crap anymore," Jake muttered to himself. Possibly because he held out hope that one day, the bar would get a delivery on a day he worked that actually consisted of booze.

Yeah, don't hold your breath, Jake.

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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

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

Bar!

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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 (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!

OOC!

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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!

And now I'm dead of school.