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Caritas, Thursday evening (2/2)

Yeah, so, Kenzi had the butane lighter out again. And she was sitting on top of the bar. She wasn't getting down until it was time to leave.

The thing was... the zombies? Thought the dolls were cute. So they were playing for them.

She'd be over here. Randomly setting off the lighter.

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Are making new friends. Gaaaah.

Where your bartender is sitting. And possibly drinking.

The trouble with trying to find out the personality of a place was that it so often, in Zinzi's experience, was found in the bars.

For instance, she wouldn't have guessed before coming in here that the island had a horror-karaoke scene. And a sitting-on-the-bar scene.

"Hey," she said to the kid. "You do not look old enough to be doing that."

Kenzi blinked at her, and at the sloth, and said owlishly, "Looks can be deceiving. I could be two hundred. You don't know."

Never mind she didn't even look her real age.

Zinzi raised an eyebrow. She sincerely doubted that -- in two hundred years, a girl would probably accumulate way more lost things than this one had.

"Are you?" she asked.

Sloth, hanging around her shoulders as usual, snorted in her ear. He didn't approve of her tone.

"Nope. I'm four hundred." Said with a completely untrustworthy smile. "I am the bartender! I can make you a drink to prove it."

Also, Tino was hiding. Coward.

Zinzi actually considered it, long enough that Sloth felt the need to cuff her in the ear.

"I don't drink," she said finally, then tugged Sloth off of her shoulders and set him on one of the bar stools. "You'd only be making me a tonic, anyway."

"Oh. 'Kay!" Kenzi leaned over the bar to grab the sprayer, leaned over even further to grab a glass, and filled it up with tonic water, garnished with lime. Then had to ask, "The... cute thing that's way better than creepy dolls doesn't want you to drink?"

"He's a sloth," Zinzi explained. "And no, not really."

Sloth let out a squeak in agreement as he tried to wrap his long arms around Kenzi's leg.

"Dude, I need a hug," she told him, trying to hug back. "Would you like some bar peanuts? What does he eat?" Kenzi glared over at the band. And their groupies. "Maybe creepy little toys?"

"Leaves," Zinzi said. "Just leaves." She looked over at the band again as Sloth crawled his way slowly up onto Kenzi for a proper sloth-hug. "You mean that's not the usual decor?"

Kenzi cuddled him, and then frowned. "We might have some mint or something here, for mint juleps. It'll give him fresh breath?" She shook her head, then nodded, then made a see-saw motion with one hand. "The zombie band is normal. The dolls that want to eat your soul aren't."

Sloths were awesome!

Oh yeah, Sloth definitely liked Kenzi. Not enough people back home ever wanted to give him a hug.

"Huh. I figured it was a whole horror thing. Like a pixie-goth theme or something."

Kenzi thought he was soft and look at those eyes! So pretty.

She looked over where the customer was looking, and frowned. "You know, it kind of does look like that, doesn't it? I should take pix for Youtube. People keep thinking I'm a genius when I put this stuff up." She patted Sloth on his head, and said, "I'm Kenzi."

"Zinzi," she said, then nodded to Sloth. "That's Sloth. You've got some strange muti going on in this town."

"Muti?" Kenzi tilted her head. "What language is that?" She was assuming muti meant shit. Hey, she was always up for picking up new obscenities.

"Zulu. It means. . . ." She trailed off, looking for the term. She wasn't used to having to define it. "Magic. Or medicine. Both." Sloth harumphed, then started crawling his way down the bar. "He won't get into any trouble," Zinzi decided.

He was the smart one of this duo, after all.

"Cool. Are you Zulu?" Kenzi let him go with a little grin, the tilted her head at Zinzi. Which was also a cool name. Yay Z's. "And you are so not wrong. Weird mutu kinda defines this place." She pointed at the zombies. "Starting with my co-workers."

"South African," Zinzi said, because no, she didn't even remotely identify as Zulu. She decided against correcting Kenzi's pronunciation -- it wasn't likely to become that important. "It must be strange, working with the undead."

"And smelly. Those guys don't keep well if you don't Febreeze them every week," Kenzi over-shared. "Although, there's weirder on the island. Like Vice Principal Deadpool. And Mr. Madrox."

"Two people have asked me if Sloth is a student," Zinzi observed. "And apparently most of the women I met my first day were men."

"Yeah, I would've guessed student too in a bit," Kenzi said, grinning. "Oh, who'd you meet? I had so much fun taking blackmail photos. Made up for when it happened to me in September."

... you can hear giggling.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Lecture time from 7:30 to 9 EST, but I'm around before and after.

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The Lounge

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