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Caritas: Sunday Evening

After filming a presentation to be sent to the School Board to warn them of the future, Jamie seriously needed a stiff drink.

Only to find that Caritas wasn't open. Jamie wasn't having any of that...

So he opened Caritas and started to do his best liquor juggling routine a-la Tom Cruise to entertain the customers.

Tino who just happened to be doing inventory that night was not amused. And was also writing a note to Kitty on why he was not cleaning that mess up.

[Caritas hijacked with permission!]

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Sing! Or do comedy. Or both!

Jamie had his hair slicked back and was casually tossing a bottle of rum around.

For the squirrels. They deserved it.

For Lounging!

The TV is available for those who are into March Madness!

Caritas hijacked with permission. Why? WHY NOT!

Kitty had just come in to get something she'd forgotten in her office, and-

"...Um, you're behind the bar."

Yes she was afraid.

"Hey!" Jamie said happily pointing two index fingers at Kitty in mid-toss of a bottle of rum. "You're a Kitty!"

And then realized he tossed a bottle of rum in the air and quickly caught it before it dropped on the ground.

"What can I get you to drink? Bacon Martini? Yogurito? Or the latest Chinese cocktail Mao Tai?"

And yes. Scarily those are all real drinks."

Oh, there was so much wincing at the bottle tossing. "Anything glass is only meant to be treated kindly," she told him. "And all of those drinks are terrifying."

"Really? Treat the glass kindly?"

Jamie shrugged and picked up a beer mug and held it in his arms like a baby. He began to rock it back and forth like a child as well.

"Like this?"

"If that prevents you from dropping it, yes," she nodded. "Why are you behind the bar again?"

"Because the world needs booze," Jamie said in mock seriousness. "And in a world that is wacky... it needs a Caritas."

"Yes, but why are you behind the bar?" Kitty repeated.

"Becauuuuuuuuuse... I wanted to serve booze?" Jamie offered.

"You pay for anything you break," she warned. Otherwise, tentatively, she was okay with it.

"Awesome!" Jamie said gleefully. "So how much am I getting per hour?"

No, Jamie. You aren't working here. No.

"Let's see how long this lasts before we talk prices," she suggested.

"You mean being stranded here from the future or how long until I screw up?" Jamie asked. "Because the weekend is almost over and so has the week. I'm wondering at this point if this is a long term thing?"

"Maybe, maybe not," she said, resting her arms on the bartop. "Things have been progressing for a while, and from the sounds of it hardly anybody's who or where they're supposed to be, so I'm figuring things are gonna come to a head soon."

"Ooo. And I get to be here for the front seat view," Jamie said with a raised eyebrow. "I'm totally bringing popcorn for that."

"You gonna share once we've beaten all the bad guys?" she asked. "Or should I have my own on the side somewhere?"

"I dunno. How much popcorn am I going to have to make?" Jamie asked as he continued to mix his mystery drink. "I only have access to one microwave."

"I don't know. I can supply my own bag." This was a conversation Kitty never thought she'd be having.

"Vodka tonic, make it fast," Jessica demanded. She was in a cheerful mood as always.

"Okay. I can deal with one more bag," Jamie said. "But if the rest of the island wants popcorn someone is going to have to bring more microwaves."

And with that statement he finally produced his signature cocktail.

"There you go. I call it the Xerox."

"Okay," Jamie said starting to make the drink as quickly as possible. "Now do you want grape, whipped cream, tangerine, blueberry, sorbet, pineapple coconut, passionfruit, raspberry-pomegranate, cinna-sugar. frosted cake, citrus or espresso?"

Note: He was putting gin now into the vodka tonic. Bad start Jamie.

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