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Caritas, Monday

Jake hadn't been to Rio. Jake had, instead, spent his week terrorizing the Troopers.

They should just be glad no one had ended up being chased across any rooftops, even though Jake had given the idea some serious consideration.

But now it was time for his shift at the bar, which meant... terrorizing Tino. By flicking rubber bands at him.

[OOC: NO I DIDN'T FORGET IT WAS MONDAY YOU SHUT YOUR FACE.]

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Well, there were guns and drums and drums and guns, haroo, haroo!
There were guns and drums and drums and guns, haroo, haroo!
There was Kathy there alone, I fear,
When her brother went out to slay ya.
Darlin' dear, you look so queer, for Johnny we hardly knew ya.

On the first of March, he took his gun, haroo, haroo!
On the first of March, he tracked ya down, haroo, haroo!
He fired the shot, ya bit the dust,
Poor Kathy she cried a victim of lust.
Darlin' dear, you look so queer, poor Kathy she hardly knew ya.

Well, hey there Johnny, now how ya been?
I seen ya hangin' 'round.
You're lookin' mighty pale,
And then your eyes cast on the ground.
Well, hey there Johnny, how ya been?
I heard a young man boast.
He shot ya down one mornin',
And you're now Johnny's ghost.

Having become all too used to bars while in Rio, Bruce decided to stop in this one on his way back to the dorms from his cave tonight. It was a nice reminder that he wasn't on vacation anymore. You rarely saw bartenders shooting rubber bands in Rio.

"Is that payback for something, or are you just having fun?" he asked as he took a seat at the bar.

"A little of both, to be entirely honest," Jake admitted. Part of him was curious to see if Tino would develop a twitch or something.

"Well, I suppose that's fair, then," Bruce said. "Just be careful that he doesn't try to get revenge somehow."

"Oh, he can try all he wants, b'y," Jake scoffed. "Whether or not he'll succeed is another question."

This was why Jake had an easier time making enemies than friends, yes.

"What, do you have some kind of strategic counter to him picking up the rubber bands you shot at him and returning fire?" Bruce asked.

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"Not beyond his terrible aim," Jake admitted. "He's more likely to put an eye out than actually hit me."

"He's not accidentally winging any into the customer areas, is he?" Bruce asked, taking a quick look around for any rubber bands on his side of the bar.

"Not so far," Jake confirmed. "Still, I'd keep my eyes peeled if I were you."

"I think I'll stick to keeping my eyes shielded," Bruce said, looking down slightly and putting a hand above his eyes like a visor.

No, he wasn't going to stay like that. "By the way, can I get a ginger ale?"

"Comin' right up," Jake poured the requested drink and slid it over. "Nothing harder?" The kids usually took advantage of the lack of drinking age, so seeing one of them not do so was worth noting.

"I just spent a week being the legal drinking age in Rio," Bruce said. "There's a fine line between celebrating and having a problem. Going with something light should help with that distinction."

Jake was the kind of guy who had a habit of waking up in the park being pecked over by flamingoes, so definitely not the most impartial judge of 'problem' or not. "Rio," Jake echoed, shaking his head. "Almost making me wish I worked for the school, kid."

Well, hey there, Johnny, we loved ya, boy,
But you've been messin' 'round.
You brought the wrath of the husbands,
The wives you spun around.
Well, hey there, Johnny, you weren't so bad,
Could make you into two.
To dance a jig with Johnny,
That's all they asked of you.

Tooraloora Tooralai,
You brought the husbands scorn.
You had the lovers over night
And disappeared at dawn.
Tooraloora Tooralai,
A drink and here's a toast:
Here's to drunken Irishmen,
And here's to Johnny's ghost.

Well, hey there, Johnny, your momma cried,
I hear your messin' 'round.
You left poor Kathy pregnant,
And ran for higher ground.
Now Kathy's older brother got
The first gun he could find.
He tracked ya down one mornin'
With murder on his mind.

Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Kathy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The babes 'bout to be born.
Tooraloora Tooralai,
A drink and here's a toast:
Here's to drunken Irishmen,
And here's to Johnny's ghost.

Well, it was early that mornin'
When Kathy's brother stepped in the street.
Johnny just stood there waiting,
Starin' at his feet.
Then in his mind he said a prayer,
Cried Kathleen as he fell,
And the message on his tombstone reads,
"He took that bullet well."

Tooraloora Tooralai,
I'd sooner hear the sound,
And here's to Kathy's brother,
Who put ya in the ground.
Tooraloora Tooralai,
A drink and here's a toast:
Here's to drunken Irishmen,
And here's to Johnny's ghost.

I'm kind of in a ridiculous amount of love with this song.

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Caritas, Monday

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