Caritas, Saturday

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Well, Darcy wasn't able to come for a visit and neither was Valkyrie. But that was fine.

She wasn't sad about it. No matter what comments Tino might have where he was still turning the surplus apples into juice at the far end of the bar.

Specials
Pop! Cider
Jack Rose
Salty Maple Apple Cider

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Four deadly sins walked into a bar and--

Actually, that wasn't a joke. Four deadly sins walked into the bar, and Alastair very carefully placed the bottle he was carrying on the bar top. "Jane, good evening. How have you been? I hope you don't mind that we brought additives." He gestured to the bottle. "Ambrosia, courtesy of my friend Konnar's supplier for his bar in Echo Bay." Meaning that tonight, the alcohol would definitely work on them.

"Hey, Jane," Bellamy said with a flirtatious grin. "Long time, no see."

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"Oooh," Raiden said as he took a seat on a bar stool, "that salted maple thing sounds delicious."

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Gray made a face. "Blech. Who wants salty with their sweet?"

"Lots of people, Gray," Bellamy told him, but he was soundly ignored.

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"Hi, Bellamy," Jane replied, repressing the whole schoolgirl titter that threatened to erupt out of her because, well, Bellamy. "Hi, guys! I also have Asgardian mead if you want to try that."

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"I'll have to try that," Bellamy said as leaned against the bar, "but first, I haven't had a Jack Rose in ages. Oh, and Al will have whatever your snootiest wine is."

Alastair grumbled something annoyed under his breath, but did not countermand Bellamy's drink order for him.

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"Coming right up," Jane said before looking at Gray. Since Raiden's order would be all of the specials, she assumed.

[napking]

Oh, Gray was asleep, draped partially across the bar with Raiden attempting to arrange him into a more comfortable position. It happened so fast sometimes!

"Maybe we should take him off the bar," Bellamy suggested.

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"The lounge has some comfy chairs," Jane offered, looking like she was surprised by how that even managed to surprise her. "Just... maybe not by the stage."

The zombies were behaving after Anakin did his space magic thing, but...

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Alastair had gathered Gray up with what one might consider a surprising amount of care, seeing as how Raiden often carried him around like a sack of potatoes, and yeah, no, he was not leaving his sleeping baby brother anywhere near the undead.

"Interesting band you've got here."

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"They're not making out anymore, so I'm going to just pretend they don't exist," Jane said with a look of horror at the memory.

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Alastair gave her a look that could only be described as disturbed, and went to deposit Gray on the farthest chair from the stage.

Bellamy, looking pained, said, "I wish you hadn't said that." Why, Jane? Why must you make them know these things?

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"It was Tino's doing," she said, shamelessly throwing him under the bus. "He was trying to start a dating service."

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Bellamy just stared. "A dating service," he echoed. "For zombies." Congratulations, Jane, you found something brand new to Bellamy.

"Told you this place was weird," Raiden told him.

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"I think he was jealous of everyone enjoying the Three Minute Dates," Jane said, pushing their drinks forward.

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Bellamy nodded, sage. "The correct length of time for a date." Gotta keep it moving along to the next phase of the evening.

Alastair, who had opened the ambrosia and was pouring a splash into each glass, simply told him, "No."

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"It's pretty popular," Jane said. "I did it the time before last at least."