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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, December 8

Bartender and dorm mother was a slightly odd combination; even Bo -- commonly known around either location as Our Miss Jones -- could admit that. Still, who better to make sure her students didn't get served anything stronger than a root beer float?

Plus somebody had to keep an eye out for those terrible reefer pushers; if any of her kids got lured into a life of crime, degradation, and hallucinatory strippers, she'd just die.

No one said Our Miss Jones was a very good dorm mom.

She was, however, very good at pouring root beer floats.

[OOC: Set while the 5th Floor Common Room TV is yet among the living, of course.]

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Where your bartender was wearing a single strand of blue balls around her neck, yes.

They might be the runts of the dodo clutch, but they were very classy.

"Bo. Bo. Bo. Bo."

Look, Bo, she still remembers your name!

"Things are looking bad for me, Bo."

"Miss Jones, sweetie." Reefer-head. Not that Miss Jones had any inkling of that, mind you. "What's the trouble, puddin'?"

Commie reefer-head to you, Miss Jones. "The man, Bo Jones. Bo-jangles." Kenzi might even call her that when she wasn't a black-and-white PSA. "The man is after me."

"A man is after you?" Not on her watch. "Who is he? What did he do? Would a root beer float help?"

"Oooo." Never underestimate those ganja munchies! "Sounds cool, mama J. He took me in! No warning, and BAM!" Kenzi slammed the bar. "I'm a prisoner!"

The fact that she could scoop ice cream with that murderously protective look on her face should be frightening. It would frighten Bo if she were in her right mind.

"Where did this happen? We need to call the police!"

Wait, now you're confusing her, Bo. Not that hard to do, of course.

"The police won't help! The Man, Bo. He's all about the ... structure! I just wanna be free! To be me." With apologies to the Seventies there. "That hep jazz club, that zombie cave, that Caritas. I was cursed the moment I walked in, mama." Sniffle! WOE!

Well, now you're even, Kenzi. And Bo wasn't even on the ganja.

Just trippin' the blue balls.

"That's not a safe place to hang out, kiddo." For the WOE, she got an extra scoop of ice cream in that float.

Which perked her up a little bit there. Yay! Ice cream! NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!

Not even Commie Canadians turn down ice cream.

"Sure, tell me now. Now that I'm on the run and trippin'. No one I can turn to. 'Cept you!" Some tiny shred of Kenzi the Con Artist was still there under all that reefer. "I slept the night under a park bench! Like a hobo!"

Those birds that had wandered by and made her swear to get off the reefer for five minutes. Sheesh.

"Oh, honey." She would run out of food-related nicknames eventually. Probably. Maybe. "Why didn't you come to the dorms? You know there's always a warm bed there for you."

Sniffle. Sluuuuurp. Nom nom. "Those squares don't dig me, Your Bo-ness. Call me Commie. Call me criminal. I'm not going to juvie!" Um? "'Cause I haven't done nothin', you get me?"

"Of course you haven't." Or possibly Our Miss Jones was the best dorm mother ever, since she was categorically incapable of believing any of her kids could do something wrong. "Why would anybody think you were One Of Those People?"

Commies. Criminals. Whatever. They all got a wrinkled nose.

"You're the best, Miss J." Kenzi beamed at her, and then sing-songed, "I dunnooooooo. 'Cause they're meeeeean?"

"Well, no root beer floats for them, then." 'Them' being some nebulous group of mean people who didn't include any of the other kids in the dorms, because Our Miss Jones was also physically incapable of thinking bad things about the rest of them, too.

Where the Mighty Wurlitzer would glow and belt out all the Platters and Everly Brothers you could stand. At least until you ran out of dimes.

Where there might or might not be a VIP.

I'm just here to scare

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