Caritas, Thursday evening

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Caritas, Thursday evening

The zombies were revolting. And protesting. Protesting what, Kenzi wasn't going to ask.

"You're not getting paid more. We don't have any more brains than yesterday. Back to work!"

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Sulky Zombies. Tonight only.

Kenzi will be happy to find you a really hard-core drink, if you're dealing with a resurrection.

For quiet consultation with your own personal dead person.

Where T1-N0 will be happy to serve you, 'cause he's that kind of bot.

Like Erik said: when the dead rise, you gotta drink like you're in a Romero film.

How about if you were doing the opposite of dealing with one?

"Strong drink," Cara said, which was a nice non-vague order, really. "The clear evil one if you have it." Because a tequila hangover could not possibly make her feel worse than she already did.

"The clear yellow, or the clear colorless?" Kenzi asked, holding up a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vokda. "Or do you want me to pour them together and put an orange slice in it?" Because that always ended so well.

"That last one." As far as Cara could see, there was already no way things could en well, so she might as well get there as fast as possible. "Dn't worry about the orange."

"One Grateful Dead (http://www.yummly.com/recipe/Grateful-Dead-Allrecipes?columns=2&position=5/36), coming up," Kenzi agreed, adding in some cola and rum and liqueur, just to make it that much more deadly. She scooted the glass over to Cara. "Any particular reason? Or just feeling the urge?"

{ooc: I had to, as soon as I saw the drink name.}

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Cara, you probably weren't supposed to scull that.

She put the empty glass down. "My father is dead," she said bluntly, and since by now he'd followed her into the bar, she could point him out to Kenzi. "Another."

"I'm sorry?" Kenzi checked. Because there were various relatives who she wouldn't be all that sorry about, if that were the case. She made another drink for Cara, a little more on the cola this time, and slid it over. "Is there gonna be a funeral, or ... whatever?"

Cara shook her head before draining the glass and tapping the rim. She didn't even know what they'd done with the body. "I was nine was killed."

Kenzi took a little longer to make the next drink, feeling like she was missing a piece of information here. "That blows." Had to be, what, ten years, probably? At least? She put the glass down, her voice quieter. "Long time."

Several pieces actually, but Kenzi may have noticed that Cara did not use words very well. "Very," she agreed, staring at the the bottom of the glass. "Very long time."

"Anniversary?" Kenzi didn't want to push too hard on this, but she was still wondering. "Hate those things."

Gareth wasn't interested in drinking, so he found a place in the lounge he could watch the bar from. Hopefully there was enough distance between them that Cara wouldn't bolt again.

"No, I don't even know what the day was." Which you'd think she would, considering, but it was just another of the kind of dates Mord'Sith didn't mark.

"Mmmmkay. Then why...? Hey, do you want another drink?"

"Because he's sitting in the lounge. So, yes, I want another drink." Cara wanted all the drinks. That might be enough to dull the edges.

"Holy crap," Kenzi whispered. Then started making that fourth drink even faster, eyes darting sideways. Yup, there was someone there. "Are you sure that's him?"

Cara nodded, because she did not trust her tongue right now.

Kenzi slid that glass over, then took a shot of vodka herself. "Why's he here?" she whispered.

Cara shrugged, she'd been too busy freaking out ask questions. "Something like this happened before, when I first came to the island, but it was different people." Who she'd had a whole different bundle of issues with.

"Dead people just come back? Randomly?... holy shit." Kenzi did another shot, and sneaked a look at Cara's dad. "Looks pretty good for a dead guy." She swallowed, and poured Cara another drink. "You want Tino to talk to him?" Not that he'd be much help in the bouncer department. But maybe the guy would leave just to avoid him.

"I don't it it was that random. There was a rock in the woods, and dreams." There'd been strange dreams last time as well.

She shook her head. "No, he's...he wouldn't hurt anyone." Unlike some people at this bar.

"Right. Sure." Kenzi sounded much more uncertain, but wasn't about to head over there herself. She slid yet one more drink over, and propped her chin on her hands. "So. This is. Mega-weird." Poor Cara, jeez.

"You could say that." Kenzi had no idea just how weird, and she really, really didn't want to have one.

"Let's add some curacao to that tequila." Really, that's the best Kenzi could do with this.

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Caritas, Thursday evening

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The Lounge

The TV Room

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