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Caritas | Thursday Evening

Had Laszlo noticed anything strange? No, but Laszlo was both (a) self-absorbed as hell and (b) nocturnal, so he'd only been awake for a few minutes by the time he'd made his way into the bar on Thursday. (Hell, the only reason he knew it was Thursday was because the cameraman kept track for him. Calendar, schmalendar.)

"I think we're in for a good night, boys," he declared, addressing the female boom mic operator and the male cameraman as he chewed thoughtfully on a pipe that had appeared from nowhere.

"You can't breathe," the boom operator pointed out, frowning at the pipe.

"Then I'm not in danger of violating any silly smoking laws, am I?" Laszlo pointed out.

Specials
Regular Human Rum

[no ocd over here, either! I'm not wasting icon potential so you can not sit in the lounge!]

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Shunsui was having an absolutely terrible time that day with keeping out of fights, as well as keeping his eye, it would seem. Even now, as he swept into Caritas once he realized that drinking sake alone in his apartment was absolutely not helping things, the eyepatch was back, but at least he didn't seem too bothered by it as he reached the bar with grin at the specials board.

"Good thing," he murmured, "I never really cared for rum that much, anyway ♥. What've you got that's more of a spirit's spirit today, mmm ♥?"

Laszlo, now dressed as a Regular Human Bartender if he'd ever seen one, thank you, gave that some thought. "Are you saying you're not human?" he asked, seeming pretty pleased about that (even if he, of course, was just a Regular Human Bartender named Jackie Daytona, driver of trucks and cheerleader of girls' volleyball.) "I think it's good for the ghostie types, too. I met a ghost once! My own ghost, in fact!"

And given the odds, there was a pretty good shot he'd see him again tonight, even. For some reason.

"Your own ghost?" asked Shunsui, his remaining eye wide at this revelation, which was...a little odd, considering there wasn't anything about Souls or spirits anymore that could surprise him much, least of all that, but then when one considered if he'd ever have to deal with encountering his own ghost...

...no, no, that didn't make much sense, either, because one of them would just offer the other a drink, and they'd probably go prowling to pick up women to see how well they could pull off the whole twins bit...

"Yes, my friend and my wife and I all conjured our own ghosts," Laszlo said, turning to the newly-appeared Nadja for confirmation. "Hers lives in a doll, now!"

"I am not sure lives is the correct term, my love," Nadja corrected, shaking her head at Shunsui as if to say, 'This idiot I married, look at him.'

"A doll?" asked Shunsui, looking thoroughly unimpressed by thi information, and not just because that sounded like it could have the potential to be some real creepy Mayuri Kurotsuchi shit right there.

Which was...odd, because he actually not only found it interesting, especially since, well, he was technical some sort of ghost and a gigai was just a hyper-realistic doll body for said ghosts, and he should have been far more pleased not only to have his eye back again, but to also have both eyes back just in time to enjoy the rather fetching woman who had just joined them.

Maybe he really would have been better off drinking alone in his apartment after all.

"A doll," Laszlo confirmed, edging towards the end of the bar and looking over his shoulder like he might make a quick exit. Nadja, apparently, had left as quickly as she'd appeared. "It's really quite unsettling at times, but we're used to her now."

Unless Doll Nadja was here, and that was what he was escaping from. Who could say.

"Well," said Shunsui, who always had been pretty good at being able to manifest sake cups out of seemingly nowhere, but this time, he'd been really quick with it, already tilting it back with a grin, "I'll drink to that ♥."

But, really...what wouldn't he drink to?

Either way, this was much better than being oddly shocked or blase about things he shouldn't be, and not having one of his eyes.

"I thought it was bad form to bring one's own drinks to the bar," Laszlo commented with a frown from deep within an incredibly cozy cloak.

Well, Laszlo, where did it fall on the bad-form scale to have someone suddenly be back in their teenaged schoolboy days and making grabby hands and kissy faces at you, the only thing impeding him from attempting to do more was the fact that there was a bar between them?

"This took an interesting -- but not unwelcome! -- turn," Laszlo declared, suddenly having brought a bit of his topiary garden into the bar with him and donned a fetching top hat. He turned to his camera, giving a raise of his brows, before leaning just a bit more against the bar towards the now teenaged-and-eager Shunsui. Just to put it out there. It wasn't being gross with a teenager if he just leaned into it.

That teenager was also actually probably right around Laszlo's age, too, really; Soul-age was an odd and...nonsensical thing, but it didn't really matter, because all eagerness fell away from Shunsui as the years came rushing back to him, and then some, and he pulled down with a weary sigh and his head hanging low.

He almost didn't even know what to say. Sure, he'd only just met the guy, but he felt he could discern with confidence that he wasn't exactly his type.

He looked down in particular at the sake cup that had conveniently returned to his hand.

"Well, that jug's clearly no good," he decided.

"Why nooooot?" Laszlo sang, tunelessly, as he played the harpsichord that had just appeared behind the bar with him.

This should be here all the time, actually. He'd make a note to ask Kitty about it.

(No, he wouldn't.)

Oh, but he really should! Obviously, Shunsui was very enthusiastic about the impromptu performance...

...or perhaps he was just humoring Laszlo, staring with a rictis of forced amusement on his face as he applauded the man with a slow clap.

"A musician, then, are you ♥?" he added, with maybe a slight undercurrent of not really actually wanting to know more.

"Amongst other things," he shared, just as an identical, spectral copy of Laszlo appeared in a long nightshirt and cap. Surprising, considering that they'd gone to great lengths (ahem) to ensure that he was able to move on to the afterlife!

"Hello, there!" Ghost Laszlo said affably to Shunsui, looking him up and down. "Heaven's sakes, old chap, where have you gotten yourself now?"

"It's something called a bar," Laszlo told him solemnly, as though drinking establishments had not existed in the time of his own life. (They totally had.)

Well, lucky for them both, Shunsui knew just hoe to handle ghosts who tended to overstay their terrestrial welcome, and his mood had shifted enough that he might not actually mind sending Laszlo's soul off the afterlife safely. For now, though, he was just terribly amused. It wasn't often, you got to see both a vampire and his dearly departed Soul in the same place and on such good terms!

"This is him ♥?" Shunsui asked, looking positively tickled. "Your ghost you mentuoned ♥?"

"It was him," Laszlo sighed, an obvious affectation considering he was now all be-fanged and obvious about it.

And also sort of under lights that looked he was at a rave, or something.

Oh, so his former teacher was here. It seemed a little weird not to say something, and normally Kiem would have been enthusiastic about it, but for some reason he felt a little shy.

"Hi. Um, I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed the class."

And how could Shunsui do anything but meet such a nice compliment with an appreciative smile and a tip of his hat to...

...give him a moment...

...look, he just had a much easier time remembering the names of his girl students.

"Ahhh, Kiem-kun ♥!" There it was. "Good to see you ♥! And thank you, that's always good to hear ♥. I'm glad you were able to derive some enjoyment out of the topic ♥."

"I really did!" Kiem said, now with much more enthusiasm. "I'm not sure if I mentioned that my mother is a general, and I don't think she would have approved at all. Which is a good thing. I mean, she is my mother, but we don't agree on everything."

When Shunsui did eventual make it home, he would really, truly, have boggled over this interaction, because, usually, he'd have plenty to say in regards to discussing someone's mother, especially since he had recalled Kiem telling him about her and being intrigued by the idea of their rather disparate opinions...

...but instead, Shunsui just found himself turning from the boy and just...walking, drifting away from him.

That was a bit rude. Kiem, who was genuinely good-natured, would normally just have let it pass, but now for some reason he decided to pretend to shoot Shunsui.

Ironic, yes.

Shunsui paused on his way toward the door, stood there for a long moment as if to make Kiem sweat it out a little first, before he just simply turned his head to look over his shoulder at Kiem, thoroughly unimpressed.

Really, now.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean..."

Now this was awkward.

"Is something strange going on?"

Because while he had been known to make a fool of himself, that was not something he would ever have thought of doing.

Kiem hadn't been back to Caritas since the jazz hands performance, but it had seemed a nice place, even of the bad didn't seem to be quite healthy, so why not stop by again.

And for some reason pretend to shoot the bartender.

Laszlo seemed pretty unfazed by the gun, turning to his newly-reappeared wife to consult her about it. "You know, I think that human boy means to shoot us."

"Put your gun down now, baby human child!" Nadja yelled, looking irritable about the whole thing.

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"What? I didn't mean to... Sorry, where did you come from?"

It was all a bit surprising.

It certainly was!

"She's gone now," Laszlo told him, now wearing a top hat for some reason. "Oh, I miss her already. Tragically unfair, isn't it, for the whims of the island to make one's long-lost beloved appear at random?"

She wasn't really long-lost. He'd left her behind on Staten Island, but that was neither here nor there, was it?

"Bad luck in love?"

In a moment Kiem would likely feel awkward for having been mean.

"We've been married for hundreds of years," Laszlo scoffed, just as Nadja reappeared, now with Nandor.

"But that does not mean you're not right," Nandor told Kiem in a stage whisper, lifting an eyebrow.

"You shut your stupid face. Laszlo, my love, this place is disgusting."

It was not. It was just Nadja, being Nadja.

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Kiem immediately put on is sunglasses, inside a bar at night.

"I think it's great!" he said with a grin.

"And why is that?" Laszlo asked, once more alone and considering Kiem as he lifted a pipe to his mouth in serious thought.

Kiem looked up. "Because of... the ceiling?"

"I do like the little twirly things," Laszlo told him, because now there were twirly little streamer things descending from said ceiling.

"Twirly things?" Kiem looked confused.

"They were here a moment ago," Laszlo noted, puzzled.

"Perhaps you imagined them," his ghost suggested from beside him. "We do have such an imaginative streak, don't we?"

"Was that a ghost... wait, where did my shirt go?"

It was cold, he didn't want to have to go home without it.

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