Caritas- Monday

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

It was just your nice, normal night at Caritas, the front end of the restaurant serving good ol' American favorites, and some of that British... food, just in case anyone high and mighty showed up. Yep, just your average, ordinary restaurant, with Kitty occasionally at the counter, except when she had to check on inventory in back. It was a nice place of a loyalist to visit.

The secret back room, though, that was where the fun was. Shhh dun tell.

[Some SP from me for the next hour while at work, but feel free to mod Kitty at the other side of Caritas if you want something faster.]

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Restaurant and Lounge

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

Looks just like the Caritas you know and love, only the bar is for food, and the zombies have left the stage.

Loyalists in the front door...

Re: Restaurant and Lounge

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint had worked up a bit of an appetite on his patrol around the island, and he knew that there would be adorable service in Caritas tonight, so that was where he headed, and took a seat at the bar. Whatever drinks he needed could be acquired elsewhere.

Re: Restaurant and Lounge

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

When Kitty came back from the- ahem, stock room- she went right back to the counter like nothing was wrong. "And what can I get you tonight?"

Re: Restaurant and Lounge

[izzy-on-her-own.livejournal.com]

Some nights, Isabel went to the back room of Caritas, to spend time with people that could be called friends, or at least allies.

Other nights, it was the bar for a burger and a chance to possibly chat up one of Umbridge's musclemen. Who knew what interesting things she might find out. And even there wasn't any news, at least all the appropriate appearances were being kept up.

Isabel slid into her seat and smiled at Clint. "Evening Mr. Barton."

Back Room

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

...Resistance in the back.

Go in the back way and give Tino the handwavy password to be allowed into the back room, complete with the TV, dart room, and a smaller bar. The drinking age is enforced, though. Don't want to get caught being stupid, right?

Re: Back Room

[auroryaustralis.livejournal.com]

Clad in a black hoodie and a pair of nondescript jeans, Rory snuck into the bar with her head down.

The back room was familiar territory now, and one of the few places she was comfortable showing her face. She was too easy a target, and she knew it -- nothing would make that heinous woman happier than to take down Anakin Skywalker's little girlfriend, too.

This was how she'd developed a taste for alcohol, really. Drink enough, and it became easier to deal with. She slouched at the end of the bar, hood down and nursing a drink.

Re: Back Room

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

"Can I get you anything else?" Kitty offered, because she was an attentive bartender.

Re: Back Room

[hiddenkilt.livejournal.com]

Just because he wasn't quite old enough to drink yet -- and December couldn't come fast enough, in his opinion, drinking might possibly make this whole island more bearable -- didn't mean Priestly wasn't going to go out for the evening and find like-minded fellows.

He grabbed himself a soda, then eyed one of the dart boards, trying to decide if getting practice with the things was worth totally humiliating himself by showing just how much practice he really needed.

Re: Back Room

[milkedhiseel.livejournal.com]

"Did you hear anything today?" Tyrion asked, when Priestly came within earshot. "I was holed up, working on lesson plans."

He snorted the last few words contemptuously. Lesson plans, as if anyone on this mad island learned anything except how to fear for their lives.

Re: Back Room

[milkedhiseel.livejournal.com]

Tyrion was not precisely a master of discretion; people had a way of noticing a dwarf waddling about no matter what he did.

He drank his fill of lager, an extra tankard to be social, and then blundered up as if going to relieve himself before -- almost as if by accident -- "happening" to mention the password and end up in the back room. Once there, he clambered onto a bench and got yet another mug.

"I hope no one's started the party without me," he said dryly.

Re: Back Room

[hiddencobra.livejournal.com]

Billy tended to keep to himself, but from what he'd seen and heard of Tyrion, the man had made a good impression on him.

"Not sure that's even possible." he smirked.

Re: Back Room

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

"You know we save that till you get here," Kitty said with a smile.

Re: Back Room

[auroryaustralis.livejournal.com]

"Did you bring balloon animals? " Rory asked. "I hear it's not really a party until someone turns orange latex into an elephant."

God, she missed her mom.

[*stops editing* I NEED ICONS APPROPRIATE FOR QUIPS.]

Re: Back Room

[hiddencobra.livejournal.com]

Billy wasn't a huge drinker, but he almost felt like it was his duty to have at least something when he was here. So he was nursing a rum and coke (heavy on the coke, light on the rum) while carefully encoding a message to Destro and Zartan. Mostly orders for supplies, but also another argument against simply blowing up Umbrage's office. Though his arguments were getting weaker and weaker as time went on.

Re: Back Room

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

"Can I get you anything else?" Kitty asked.

Re: Back Room

[hasconviction.livejournal.com]

After a long day not selling anything (but somehow managing to pick up some spare ammunition), Coulson made his way to the bar. He was still wearing his suit which you'd think would be conspicuous. But no, it somehow aided his stealthy movements toward the back room.

And then, as was customary, it was time to have one hard drink to help him deal with the fact that he survived one magical would-be dictator to end up under the rule of another one. The clear mind that came with the horrible burning in his throat as he down the drink tended to be his second favorite moment of any given day.

Re: Back Room

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

"So have you heard anything today?" Kitty asked, leaning on the bar.

Re: Back Room

[drippingred.livejournal.com]

"Coulson," Natasha said as she sat down next to him. She slammed back a shot of vodka before she continued, requesting that he, "Tell me something good."

Re: Back Room

[auroryaustralis.livejournal.com]

"Are you on the no-news-is-good-news train too?" Rory asked with a small smile. "I figure you'd have heard if anything really was happening."

Re: Back Room

[regretiz4u.livejournal.com]

"Your best booze or reasonable facsimilie thereof, boss lady!"

Kenzi just lived in hope.

Re: Back Room

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

"We have reasonable facsimiles," Kitty assured her, grabbing a bottle and a glass. "Don't suppose you've heard anything new?"

Re: Back Room

[hiddenkilt.livejournal.com]

"Three cheers for the 'goddammit, why can't they give me alcohol already' club," Priestly said, raising his own soda in toast.

Re: Back Room

[squirrelzerland.livejournal.com]

At one point, a squirrel hopped up onto the bar and waited. He'd been working hard all day, covering as much news from both sides as possible, and at some point, there had to be payment for keeping certain things from the other side.

If you were going to be a secret squirrel, you should be a well-paid secret squirrel.

Re: Back Room

[drippingred.livejournal.com]

Natasha gave Tino the password and slipped in the back door, looking for all the world like she belonged here and wasn't sneaking anywhere at all. Being obvious about sneaking just drew attention.

Now all she needed was vodka, and not to think about the fact that her surveillance before moving in had told her Clint was brainwashed and eating a cheeseburger in the other room.

OOC

[dontphasemebro.livejournal.com]

Speakeasy idea courtesy of tricky_demigod, thank you very much.