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Caritas, Thursday evening

Where your bartender is of legal age to serve. YES. And the band just has a sad disfiguring skin disease.

Lovely martinis and rich people drinks 1/2 off

Meanwhile, Kenzi is sitting on the bar again. With the lighter. Those little blue things are freaking scary, damnit.

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Who are playing Neil Diamond. Kenzi may light them on fire at the end of the night.

Where Kenzi is not drinking, but really wishes she could.

"It's getting kind of insane out there," said Ryan, frowning slightly as she took a seat at the bar. Even though she'd shaken off the last of the bunnies, it still felt like something was chewing on the hem of her jeans. She kept glancing down to make sure that she was just imagining it. "Anyway, I just took my last final of the semester. What am I allowed to drink?"

Kenzi made a face. This offended her soul. She should be able to give Ryan booze for finishing! "Milk, orange juice, cranberry juice, water, sodas, coffees, hey, I have stuff for mudslides without booze? Other juices that I'm not remembering, tea, and I have jell-o shots without the fun bits." SADNESS. But getting the license of Caritas revoked would so not help.

"How about cranberry juice mixed with 7-Up? Then I can at least pretend I'm drinking something adventurous," suggested Ryan. "Though I think that Stephen Colbert owes me a shot of tequila for inflicting this uniform on me. My skin won't stop itching."

"Comin' up. Hey, you should get Petra or Lucrezia to fix that up for you," Kenzi said, while fixing Ryan's drink. "Assuming they'll be here at least to the end of the week. That's four more days of polyester hell. They did it for mine." Accessories all by Kenzi, though.

"I might have to. I thought I could put up with polyester for a week, but I'm starting to realize I was very wrong," said Ryan. "And these sleeves -- ugh! I'm half-tempted to make a run for the mainland and stay there until our visitors leave."

"I'm half-thinking it too." Kenzi poured herself another Diet Coke and slurped. "And the teeny monster invasions don't help, jeezus. If they're not reproducing they're trying to eat us, and we're supposed to cover that up?"

"People would have to be blind to ignore horny bunnies getting it on all over the place," said Ryan, fiddling with a cocktail napkin. "There were times today when I wished I was blind so I wouldn't have to see them."

"What'll be hilarious is if we get through this whole week of covering up? And they decide to give their money to psychic dolphins even though they think we're cool. Because that's how they roll." Kenzi cocked her head. "Nothing against psychic dolphins. I like them better than horny bunnies right now." The band segued into "America" and she rolled her eyes.

"Psychic dolphins would be really cool, but I'm sure they can find their own money if their powers are all that," said Ryan. She frowned again. "Would the school keep running without the money? Because I'm not sure if my parents could afford to pay the full tuition if they had to."

"Nooooo idea." Kenzi glummed. Gloomed. Groaned. "Enough of this! I am going to break out and do something! I don't know what, but something! Art with bunny and lizard skulls! I don't even know!"

"I normally wouldn't wear fur, but I'm sure those bunnies would make some awesome coats," said Ryan with a weak smile. "There must be someone out there who would pay good money for a bunny fur coat."

"Or bunny slippers!" She was so doing this now. "Assuming the blue things don't eat me. I am doing this. ART. For sale, of course."

"Or real rabbits feet for good luck! Lord knows we need all the good luck we can get on this island," said Ryan.

"Rich people buy art all the time! They should admire our native arts and crafts."

Oh, Kenzi. No.

"And maybe we can get alumni, or someone can magic us some money, or... I dunno. You shouldn't have to leave. I shouldn't have to leave. I AM RAISING MONEY FOR THE SCHOOL."

"Ask and ye shall receive, or so my father says. We could set up during alumni events and convince them to buy a genuine piece of Fandom art to support students in need," said Ryan, grinning.

"Exactly!" Kenzi held up her glass to clink with Ryan's. "Can I count on you to buy a rabbit's foot keychain?"

"I'll take a dozen. They'll make awesome Christmas presents," said Ryan, clinking her glass with Kenzi's. "Not to mention that they're great favors for weddings and bar mitzvahs. Do they give party favors at bar mitzvahs? I've never been to one."

"Mazel tov! And sure, all the time!"

"Who knows? Maybe one day we'll look back and realize that the bunnies were the best thing to ever happen to this place," said Ryan.

There are lizards under the chairs. Feel free to light those on fire too.

With a really big TV! Isn't that exciting? T1-N0 will serve you if you want to just hang out there.

I want chocolate.

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Caritas, Thursday evening

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The Lounge

The Back Room

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