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Caritas, Monday night

The Grammy's were booming out from the TV Room, and the zombie band was attempting to play along. You didn't need a tux to attend this gig. It might have been more mainstream than Kenzi's tastes, but the music was still pretty good. (Not the zombies' attempts, though.)

DRINKS SPECIALS
Flirtini
A Good Night Kiss
Kenzi's Personal Rendition of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster

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Uptown Funk has never been so funky.

Kenzi was having fun with the mixed drinks tonight. Enough fun to probably get arrested for using that absinthe.

"I'll order whatever you want as long as you tell me you're at least a few years older than my students," Fred said as he took a seat. He was going to be drinking like Speed Demon this week. He was even trying not to ogle Kenzi until he got that confirmation.

"Legal to drink in Canada, dude," Kenzi confirmed with a grin, and dropping some bitters into the glass she was concocting. "Are they making you tear your hair out? Which would be a shame, it's good hair. You want a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster."

You might even survive the experience, with your metabolism, Fred.

"Sounds like fun. I'll pay for one for you, too, if you wanna do it together," Fred said, even though he wasn't the guy with the advanced metabolism. He was just a guy who threw things well. "And yeah, today was weirdly uncomfortable in class. Is this one of those Fandom things?"

Kenzi gave him a blank look, then grinned wickedly as she realized what he meant. "Ohhhh, right. The pollen. The sexy, flirty, hormonal pollen. Yup. The Island wants to get her groove on, and everyone to join her." She considered. "Having a Gargle-Blaster on the job would be bad, but I gotta break in a bit - thank you!"

Kenzi was Russian, so, something that had absinthe, gin, carbonation, Citron, and so many other bad ideas was just another day of the week for her.

She dropped a slice of dry ice into the martini glass and said, "Wait until it stops smoking, then drink."

"Wait," Fred said as the drink smoked. "The island wants me to get some action? And people COMPLAIN about this place doing weird things? People are idiots."

And then the drink stopped smoking, so he drank up.

Did you feel that gold brick smash out your brains yet, dude? If not, Kenzi could make you a second one.

"I know! I mean, seriously, I like the crazy most of the time. Turning into a little kid is a blast; turning into a raccoon was fun; and that one time I was a winged pony was awesome." She shook her head and gave him her flirty smile. "So yeah, anyone else you hit on this week is probably as up for it as you are. Mazel tov."

"Oh Jesus Christ my head feels like somebody's standing on it in Pittsburgh," Fred said, maintaining consciousness somehow. He was pretty sure that had something to do with his history of hardcore drug use. "Have anything that might take the edge off? Like some heroin, or some pretty serious making out?"

Look, his brain felt like it could just fall apart completely. He was going to take a shot. She literally just said that anyone he hit on might be up for it. He wanted to die happy!

"Keeping in mind I'm still on the job, and this is totally hormonal--"

MWAH! Hang onto your socks there.

Fred's socks were the last thing he was thinking about right now. His brain felt like it was hovering somewhere near the ceiling. He could only focus on one thing, and he figured the best choice would be to focus on Kenzi.

Sorry, socks. But your sacrifice was worth it.

Okay! This was very good! Man, Kenzi loved these weeks.

"Mmmmmmmaaaah!" She broke to take a breath, and grinned at him. "Tastes like lemon and poor decision-making. I like it."

"When do you get off? Because we could clearly make some great bad decisions together," Fred checked. Hopefully he still knew how to walk after that drink.

"Two more hours," Kenzi said, looking gleeful. "We can do more serious making out in half an hour, though that's only for 15 minutes... I'd offer you another drink, but that might compromise the proceedings. And I'd really like to proceed."

Heeeeee. And kiss! With a little more heat, because it's been a while, and thank you, Island, for your timing. Woo!

"I'm Australian. I can take it. Just... make it a beer and I'll nurse it for a while," Fred said. "I can make it two hours."

As God as his witness, HE WOULD MAKE IT TWO HOURS.

Kenzi slid over a tall pint, and grinned over her shoulder. And started dancing along with the music.

Remember! There was a break in half an hour! Just in case you needed to know that!

"I'm starting to think you're the cure for that drink you gave me," Fred said. "Seeing you dance makes me forget the fact that I haven't been able to feel my hands for a few minutes." He was even starting to get feeling back in his fingers!

Kenzi grabbed one of the cherry garnishes to suck on, and told him, "See, now, that makes me want to get you drunker, to see how far my ability to be an antidote goes. Or to get drunk myself and see if you can do the same thing."

"I vote for the second one. That might make it easier for me to talk you into leaving work early so we can get on with the rest of our night," Fred said. He pointed to Tino. "This guy would cover for you. Right, This Guy? I knew I could count on you. You're a good guy."

He didn't pay attention to what kind of answer Tino might have tried to give.

Kenzi gave a Fred a wicked grin and didn't look at Tino for his reaction either. "You know, Tino, it's a long week, and you might wanna owe me one if someone walks in and thinks you're the answer to their questions."

Tino looked half pissed-off and half-considering there. Kenzi picked up a lemon wedge to lick.

"Where's your place?"

"The hotel, so it's right down the street," Fred said, pulling out some money for Tino to sort out. He was even going to tip Tino well!

Not as well as he was planning on tipping Kenzi.

... Yeah, staying with that joke. Almost deleted it. Decided to stay with it.

"Excellent. Room service. Whirlpool bath tub. Oh, hey, we should ask for the stripper suite!" Bow chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow....

Kenzi grabbed her purse and patted Tino on the shoulder. "Cover for me, and I'll be your alibi the next time you need one. Make it difficult for me, and you'll never get outta here this week."

And she bounced after Fred, looping her arm through his. Then giving his butt a squeeze. "So. Let's check out that target practice you were bragging about a couple weeks back."

For seeing and being seen.

Dance, jump on it!

Mostly tuning in for Hamilton production number, to be honest.

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The Lounge

The TV Room

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