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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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"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 turned into a woman?"

Kenzi almost spit-taked her rum'n'coke, but managed to cough instead, and then snicker. "Naaah. Turned into a guy. For two days. You gotta be precise around here," she said, thinking about it. "Or you pay for it." With a sinus full of caffeine, ow.

"I try not to assume," Zinzi said. Sloth crawled his way back up the bar, hugging a creepy doll. "Oh hell no. You put that away!"

"So wrong," Kenzi shuddered, reaching for the doll. "Sloth, no. It will try to eat you! Um... what's his name?" Actually, this doll looked less creepy than some, but still!

"Sloth? He's Sloth."

Sloth clung on to the doll, squeaking at Kenzi.

"No accounting for taste?"

"Sloth. Slothy. Why?" Kenzi asked him, patting his head. "We could get you a nice teddy bear!"

Sloth clung to the doll tighter. Zinzi dropped her chin, trying to get a better look at the thing.

Yeah, it was all kinds of wrong.

"You're punishing me, aren't you," she decided. She should have known. Things were almost going well around her.

"I think I've seen this movie," Kenzi said, watching Sloth. "You're gonna need some holy water if I'm right."

Was that doll winking at her? Aieeee.

Sloth tumbled slowly onto his side on the bar, still happily clinging to the doll.

"Don't suppose you've got that on tap?"

"I should." Damn. Well, now she knew where she was going tomorrow. "But no. The church is four blocks thataway," she said, pointing at one wall. Kenzi reached for her camera phone, and took a shot of Sloth and the Evil Dolly. "That is so cute. And disturbing."

"They like to cling," Zinzi noted.

Man, she wanted a drink.

"It alright if I smoke in here?" If you couldn't have one vice, go for the other.

"Sure. You can do pretty much anything here. Just don't try to punch anybody." Kenzi shot the dolls a resentful look. They could cling to her ankles in a hug, but could she smash them? She wasn't sure, and it was too cold to go swimming. "The bar dumps you in the duck pond if you do that."

How much trouble would that have saved the bars back in Jo-burg. . . .

"I'll keep that in mind." Zinzi pulled out a very battered looking pack of Gauloises, ignoring Sloth's dirty look, and spent a few moments straightening out one of the cigarettes before lighting it with a chewed-on looking Bic.

Benoit's Mongoose wasn't a big fan of her smoking, either.

"Anything else I should keep my eyes out for?"

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