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Mike Lane ([personal profile] newroutines) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2013-02-01 09:26 pm

Caritas, Friday Evening

There was a bouncer at Caritas tonight. That was... new. More to the point, it was an English guy who badgered Mike about their rules. Something about 'no capes, no powers, no heroics' or something like that. Mike didn't really follow.

And then a raspy brunette came and yanked the wannabe bouncer into the bar proper, saying they didn't need a bouncer and that this wasn't a fortress, you know, and besides, all the monkeys were dead.

People were so damn weird this weekend.

But, there wasn't a bouncer at Caritas tonight after all. There was plenty of booze, though, in case that was you're favorite method of dealing with your dead visitors.

Re: Stage (02/01)

[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
After chatting with her dead guest (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/6725044.html?thread=254177460#t254177460) for a while, Jessica walked up onto the stage, slipped fifty dollars into the zombie guitarist's pocket... or exposed rib? Look, it was hard to tell. Anyway, she said, "That's some brain money. Play some Taylor Swift for that guy for as long as everyone else in the bar will let you. Never Ever Getting Back Together on repeat. Okay, buddy? Thanks."

Re: Bar (02/01)

[personal profile] electrocynic 2013-02-01 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sarah had started her day going to her door in pajamas, and subsequently screaming and slamming the door in Simon's face, because Simon was dead and that was... what you did when dead people came knocking at your door.

So, the fact that she was nursing a beer and he was right beside her (now that she'd persuaded him away from the door)? That was progress.

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] summons-monkeys.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"... So what you're telling me is that this bar has no bouncer?"

Someone didn't understand how a world could even work like that.

Re: Bar (02/01)

[personal profile] electrocynic 2013-02-01 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigh. "Yes, Simon, that is what I'm saying," Sarah drawled. "Told you, it doesn't need one. There's a spell over this place, keeps things from getting too hairy."

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it was just her, but the bartenders around here seemed to get better and better at each visit... Why did she leave this island again?

Oh. Right.

"Please, please tell me you're actually alive." She was seriously considering a veto on flirting with dead people. That could never end well.

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eugh, yeah," Angela twitched a little grimace and glanced their way over her shoulder. "I'll be staying well over here where I can't see or smell them." Four years, and she still had many zombie-related issues.

"They might be housetrained... but are still really off-putting."

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Most of this town takes a little getting used to," Angela pointed out. Or a lot, depending on how straight-laced you happened to be.

"Are you new? You must be new." Possibly she just hadn't popped back recently enough.

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be tow hands coming from behind to cover her eyes.

"Guess who?"

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela grinned and reached up to put her own hands over Savannah's, like maybe that would help her decide.

"Do I get three guesses? Or any clues?"

Spoiler: she already knew.

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
If you didn't know the feel of her hands by now...

"Yes. I'm a brunette."

And a brat.

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com 2013-02-01 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh my God, are you Justin Bieber?"

Re: Bar (02/01)

[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jessica made a decision. If she was going to have to meet her dead supervillain creator here tonight, she was going to get here early and down a shot. With her metabolism, she considered going for two. But with her near-complete lack of ever drinking before, she figured that would be pushing it.

So, one shot, then back to the lounge to wait for Doctor freaking Octopus.

Okay, two shots. Thank you, Tino.

Re: Lounge (02/01)

[identity profile] spiderbirther.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jessica requested a meeting here, so Otto showed up. He didn't even bother to look around and make sure there was metal around that he could use for arms if it came down to it.

... Mostly because this was a bar, yes, and silverware, restaurant equipment, and bottlecaps alone would give him plenty to work with. But he was trying not to think that way this weekend.

Re: Lounge (02/01)

[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
After her three shots (shut up, the metabolism caught at least one of those), Jessica made her way over and took a seat. "Okay. So. You wanted to talk, go ahead and talk. Just do me a favor and remember that we're in public, there are squirrels listening to everything we say, and so there are privacy concerns."

Re: Lounge (02/01)

[identity profile] spiderbirther.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"...Squirrels?" Otto asked.

Re: Lounge (02/01)

[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, bushy tails? Notepads? Work for the radio station? Squirrels," Jessica said, matter-of-factly. "Should I just cut to the damn chase and ask them what you're doing here?"

Re: Lounge (02/01)

[identity profile] spiderbirther.livejournal.com 2013-02-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"As I said, I'm here on your behalf. Have you been having dreams with me in them?" Otto asked.