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Caritas, Monday

When Jake came in to Caritas that evening, he was greeted by... a construction paper rocket ship nearly hitting him in the eye.

"Tino! Mind my face would you? What are you even doing?"

Tino just held up the bicycle pump attached to a piece of PVC piping.

A few minutes later, Jake could be found busily working on constructing his own paper rocket. Oh, and he'd serve drinks if people asked. Probably.

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Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed their honour and their pride;
They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

Audrey had no idea how it had taken two weeks for her to make it here, but it had. And for a moment when she saw what was going on at the bar, she wondered if she might not have been better off waiting another week.

"Arts and crafts time?" she asked.

"Something like that," Jake admitted, looking a little sheepish. "Jake Doyle," he introduced himself, offering a hand over the bar to shake... and then frowning and pulling said hand back as he noticed the several pieces of scotch tape stuck to his fingers.

"Audrey Parker," she said with the tiniest bit of a smile. "What are you making, anyway?"

"A rocket," Jake held up his creation, which currently looked like a tube with a cone attached at the top. "Which is also the name of a cocktail, as it happens, in case you're doubting my qualifications as far as being behind this bar."

"I was, so thank you for that," said Audrey. "But now I have to wonder why you're making a rocket."

"Because he," Jake jabbed a thumb in Tino's direction, "brought a rocket launcher. So it seemed like the thing to do." 'It seemed like the thing to do' pretty much described... most of Jake's life, actually.

Audrey nodded seriously. "Makes sense." She didn't really think that, no. "Is it too much of a distraction for me to ask for a drink?"

"Not at all," Jake grinned. "What's yer pleasure?"

"Dirty martini, three olives," she said, but she was back to looking at the rocket again. And here she never would have even thought to make one of those. Ever.

Jake mixed the drink and slid it over. "There's plenty of paper left," he pointed out. "Wanna give it a whirl?" Because people totally came to the bar for arts and crafts time, obviously.

There was a really, really brief pause.

"Why not," she decided. "If you get an opportunity to make a rocket, it'd be dumb to pass it up."

"That's the spirit!" Jake said cheerfully. "And you never know when being able to make a rocket would come in handy." Well. Being able to make a real rocket was probably quite handy in Fandom. Paper ones? Probably not so much. But still fun!

Oh, Audrey would probably find a way to make a paper one handy.

"So is this your first rocket, Jake?" she asked, taking some paper to start.

"Unless you count setting off fireworks as a teenager? Yes," Jake shared.

"Which I don't," she said. "In which case, looks like you're doing pretty well for a first-timer."

Audrey was not.

"You might wanna-" Jake held up the roll of tape and gestured at the rocket-in-progress. "Structural integrity," he explained. "Or something."

"Aha," she said. "I'm thinking I should not quit my day job for a life of paper rocket-building."

"And just what day job would that be?" Jake asked, resting his chin on his elbows and leaning forward.

"FBI," she said, not bothering with the badge even if she had it on her. It was late, she had a drink, she could skip that for the moment. "I'm working out of the trooper station, which still feels weird to say."

"You know, I had not pegged you for the law enforcement type," Jake said, sounding kind of annoyed with himself. "Clearly, I'm getting rusty."

Edited 2011-11-08 04:25 (UTC)

"You have to peg a lot of law enforcement types?" she asked, sipping her drink.

...Jake was so glad he was not actually drinking anything right then, because wow double entendre. Though there was the possibility it hadn't been meant that way.

"Was a cop myself, for a very short time," he shrugged. And now he served drinks once a week, yes.

~~asuahdhasd HAHAHA.~~ It was really not meant that way, no.

"Where was this?" she asked, interested.

"St John's," he shared. "Canada. Couldn't stand the stupid hat, though." Well, actually, it had more to do with witnessing his partner at the time shoot a woman in cold blood, but not exactly first-conversation material, that.

Audrey glanced at the top of his head. "I'm sure you pulled it off, though." She had no idea.

As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief
Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold

About two o'clock in the morning after empty'ing the jug
Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug
We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time
And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine

Edited 2011-11-07 22:55 (UTC)

They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon
They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime
Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

ONE MORE FINAL TOMORROW AND I'M FREE. FREEEEE.

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