Caritas, Friday, 5/15

[living_endless]

Devil's Nest wasn't the only bar in town with a prune juice problem this week. It also hit Caritas, and Didi had two crates of the stuff (and one of prune soda) to deal with when she finally came to work after her stop at the beach party.

She poured herself a glass of the soda and took a tiny sip. It tasted purple.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

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[nuclear_snide]

After some time at the party, Bob decided to wander over to the bars and see if there were any more interesting and sordid things going on.

He saw a pretty girl behind the bar and grinned. "Well, hello there!"

Then he got closer.

"Oh. Well."

This could be awkward. Maybe he'd just...be...somewhere else now?

[living_endless]

Didi smirked. "Hi. Relax. Why do you guys always think I'm here for you? I'm not."

[nuclear_snide]

"Don't think it'd do much good if you were," Bob said. "No, I just thought...you don't mind me?" he asked to be sure.

[living_endless]

"Why would I?" Didi asked honestly. "I mean, you probably aren't going to be a great tipper for obvious reasons, but it's not like I pay rent anyhow. If I can put up with the zombies, I can put up with you."

She eyed his some more, leaned her hand on her chin, and said, "I'm going by Didi, by the way."

[nuclear_snide]

"Oh, you know - the one that got away...albeit involuntarily." He blinked and laughed. "Didi? I like it. Hello; I'm going by Bob. Are you really tending bar here, then?"

[living_endless]

"My brother's best friend was a Hob," Didi informed him, off-handedly. "Went by Bob last time I saw him. I always liked that name. It's just happy to say."

She glanced over to the beer taps, ran a finger down one of them. "I'm pretending to. But so far I'm letting Tino handle anything that's harder than pouring a beer or mixing two ingredients."

[nuclear_snide]

"Wouldn't want him to feel useless," Bob said, rolling his eyes at Tino. "What brings you here, then?"

In Bob's experience, infinitely powerful manifestations didn't often bode well with mortals, whatever their intentions. And sometimes the friendly ones were the most trouble. "Didi" seemed pleasant enough, but still.

[living_endless]

Didi shrugged. "Long story. Let's say I care about the people here a little more than I should. You?"

[nuclear_snide]

Bob thought about it for a moment. "Pretty much the same thing, actually. Visited, liked the people, thought they were abysmally prepared for things, then got a job offer."

[living_endless]

"Oh, what do you do for work?" Didi asked. "You have a teacher kind of look."

[nuclear_snide]

"Imagine that." Bob smirked. "Yes, teaching at the school. Hopefully helping a little, at least."