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It was genuinely hard to miss the new island that had appeared at their shores. Frankly, Lucifer was a bit annoyed about it: it meant that this year, they wouldn't be escaping whatever the shenanigans were in time.

"This had better not interfere with my vacation," Lucifer told Tiny irritably.

Tiny said nothing, but his Santa hat tilted somewhat sympathetically to the left.

"Right," Lucifer sighed. "Well, I'm going to go put a discount on beer and wine on the menu, shall I? I'm sure someone'll be drinking tonight."

[[ open! ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Oh, man. What a great week so far, and Summer was thrilled about it and in a great mood that evening, so great that she was back to showing off some bar tricks for her TikTok in her (very limited) downtime. Tino offered to help her film them, but she knew he was terrible and so she was good with just propping up her phone at a distance and hoping the supports didn't give way half-way through.

But, seriously, how could she not be in a great mood? Her classes were done for the semester, her boyfriend was back, and Troy's stupidity had actually made her life a little easier with his guerilla hiring practices.

Granted, since it was getting to be the end of the semester, she was pretty sure there was some real bullshit heading their way soon, but that was all the more reason to really this high while she still could!

Also it helped that she managed to convince Tino to wear one of those fake red noses from the gremlins hiding out in the back room. She knew they were going for the whole red-nosed reindeer thing, obviously, but it just made him look more like himself: a complete and total clown.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Lemon Cake
Arnold Palmer
Lemon Poppyseed
Tomato Krab Avocado Ribbon Salad

Someone had found an unexpected abundance of lemons in her kitchen that morning, yes, why do you ask?

And also, at point during the evening, a very oh-so-subtle covert addition had been made, with a picture and text sent accordingly:

And 10% Off For Blacksmiths!
Happy International Blacksmiths Day!
Totally Not a Thing I Just Made Up!
And Definitely on December 15th and Not May 28th Apparently??

Summer really needed to stop having conversations with herself on the specials board.

Caritas is open!

throughaphase

The candles in the window had inspired the ivy garland going up to trim the bar anywhere there weren't lights, so while the place was definitely looking decorated, at least it was tastefully so.

While Tino did that, Kitty put up the flyers advertising the New Year's party at Caritas.

Which was why she was also testing drink recipes leading up to it.

SPECIALS
Peppermint Martini

They were big on the holiday spirit here.

my_own_advocate

"How many more times do I have to tell you, I don't need any help in that department?" Lucifer asked the mistletoe as it stalked him across the bar. "Let alone with Tiny."

Who had, thankfully, escaped to the back room sometime in the past fifteen minutes.

Lucifer settled pissily behind the piano and batted incoming mistletoe away with his hand. "No," he said flatly. "A shrub is a guy who thinks he's fine, also known as a buster. No, I don't want your number--"

Yes, he was absolutely going to play turn of the century bangers until it left him alone, thank you.

[[ open! one day I'll be able to look at Lucifer gifs again and do ocd. ]]

my_own_advocate

"What on Earth has Eric done to the bar?!"

Lucifer stared at the massive axe range in absolute horror. And then the rafters. And the piano space. And the bar.

This was going to cost so much time and effort to fix.

He strolled towards the bar with big bloody steps, his ~~repressive~~ zen of the past few days immediately forgotten as he reached for his phone. "I'm going to get an interior decor-- call incoming?"

He lifted the phone to his ear. "... Linda?"

"Lucifer, why the Hell am I in Baltimore?!"

It was going to be a night.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

There were plants in the bar today.

Apparently Tino had taken up a new gardening hobby and so there were plants all over the place. And his place was filled so that meant they had to come down here?

Anyway if anyone came in today you'd be asked to place your bets on how long these things would last.

[Open!]

defenderofdesmoines

As of 2:59 AM, most Fandomites were probably fast asleep -- tucked into their cozy beds, dreaming of mountains of ice cream or large women or whatever.

As of 3:00 AM, precisely, that probably changed, as the piercing and unavoidable sound of a fire alarm filled the air.

Wasn't this a fun way to get to know your neighbors, though? Standing around outside in the middle of the night and squinting at each other irritably while a shrieking alarm went off?

Oh well.

[open, no OCD, welcome to your MHA fire drill post!]

defenderofdesmoines

Annie ~~had meant to do this last week~~ wandered into the bar on Monday to find Tiny behind the bar and a faint scent of cement dust in the air.

"You guys really didn't hire another bartender to replace me?" she asked, while Tiny gave her what Annie was interpreting as a look that meant he was glad to see she'd returned!

In any case, she wasn't heading back to New York until tomorrow, so she easily slipped behind the bar and started poking around for the blender. "What do you think -- mai tais?"

At least they were actually seasonally appropriate now!

defenderofdesmoines

Annie had spent most of yesterday asleep (though she had also kind of picked up on Diego's new obsession with American Ninja Warrior in between naps, and now they were both convinced they could do better than half the contestants), and while she was still moving kind of stiffly, she was worlds better than she had been on Monday.

It helped that her mood was a huge improvement over what it had been the last month or so, even if she was still sporting a bit of bruising along her jaw and throat (as well as under her clothes, but you probably weren't looking there, were you, random Perk-goer?) She was even humming to herself a bit as she got her coffee today and found a seat.

Three texts from Ashley awaited her, which immediately were swiped away in favor of pulling open Pinterest for a little home decorating inspiration. She was going to be moving in to an apartment that was like, twice the size of the last one she'd decorated. And Diego didn't even have, like, a doormat or matching towels.

[totally open!]

my_own_advocate

"Are you aware of the many ways in which the Bahamas are better than this place?" Lucifer asked Tiny at the bar. "Sun, sand, sea, and no nonsense."

Tiny eyed him.

"I wouldn't get bored that quickly," Lucifer replied irritably. "I could do at least a year, I reckon. And, well, there are plenty of hobbies I could pick up. Even old ones I've long-since abandoned."

Tiny snorted.

"Whatever," Lucifer said. "I'm going to play some excellent tropical jams."

my_own_advocate

It had taken Lucifer this long, but he had finally had some time to sit down and watch the best-of Eurovision this year. He blamed Duke's boat and its lack of a convenient Netflix - or, well, Peacock - spot for the whole thing.

Either way, he'd come back from it with a renewed appreciation of the chanson. So he put some nice French wines on the menu, added a cheery FRANCE NIGHT above it in all caps, and sank down behind the piano to play.

"The only downside," he confided to Tiny at one point or another, "Is that I can't wave my hands around dramatically when I play it on piano."

1000yearstoolate

"What do you mean 'not enough variation'? Most people here hasn't even tried arrack."

The argument with Tino went on for a bit, but Seivarden was still in a good mood. Breq was visiting, after all.

Today's special
Radchaai arrack

Mondays were usually quiet, the bottles she had left might last for another couple of weeks.

[Open and OCD-free]

my_own_advocate

It was an altogether calmer Lucifer at the piano tonight. Whatever restlessness had struck him earlier in the week ~~had been repressed~~ had vanished.

And so the mood of the music tonight was mellow, as he worked his way through some jazz and lounge classics, and took ample breaks for a drink.

Tonight's Special:
Amaretto Sour
and other Amaretto cocktails
30% off

Even Tiny seemed more mellow today, as if there was a strange case of localized mood in here. Or maybe that was just Lucifer's influence.

texted3times

Well, Eric knew about Jessica's class so he wasn't expecting huge numbers in the bar tonight, but he was giving the place a good once-over anyway.

Post Class After-Party! was Tiny's contribution to the sign at the door
Half-Priced Drink if You Can Tell Us a New Fact About Alcohol
Leather Pants Still Encouraged

The Devil's Nest was open for all of you folks looking for somewhere to land after pre-gaming!

somethingwithturquoise

When Summer got into the bar, she was feeling a little sad that she didn't actually go with a whole summer theme for her jello shots that day, because apparently one of the zombies had gone on vacation to Jamaica this last week, had gotten himself a steel drum, and was suuuuper into it. And, honestly? Once Summer realized that what they were playing were just steel drum versions of popular songs, she was pretty down with it, too.

And, really, she hadn't realized that the zombies even ever took vacations, and you know what? Good for them.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for all Wednesday Activity Participants!

Gummy Bear
Jolly Rancher
Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
Cookies'n'Creme
Tuna and Pulled Pork ~TOGETHER~

Look. Summer promised Stark candy jello shots to make up for the layered tuna and pulled pork one; Stark was gonna get candy jello shots to make up for the layered tuna and pulled pork one!

Caritas is open!

scarlet_chaos

Wanda would have been more than happy with holding up in the woods for the next decade or so after what had happened in Westview. In fact, that had been the plan, until a flier about a little town on a little island came her way. She had sort of liked the small town thing until it went to hell, and there was a job opening at the magic shop. Seemed weirdly perfect.

She was making her way into town with just a duffel bag in her hand. She really didn't have all that much to her name before the blip and after she had even less. At least she had enough money set aside that she could afford a room at the hotel until she found a proper place to live.

[Annnd Wanda is in town. Post is open!]

throughaphase

There were two reasons Kitty came to work tonight: because she wasn't sure if people would want/need someplace with a sanctuary spell, and because anyone who was out might want to stop in. In this town that meant it'd either be dead tonight or very busy.

Kitty hadn't run into anything between her house and the bar, but Tino called out, with some message about trolls? So he was apparently having a great day.

Caritas was open, but Kitty got it if you had other things to do today.

[Open!]

shapethecentury

Bucky had skipped town during the island's pollen assault after it had clearly started getting even to him. And then he'd caught a lead, and had been chasing it for the past two weeks since.

But now he was back.

And the sliver of comfort that came to him just by stepping off the causeway and looking up to see the castle looming over everything... Well, it was a weird thing, no matter how small it was. And maybe it was that weird thing that got him to stop by the Perk on his way to the MCA.

He wasn't going to stay for long. Just for however long it took to finish this cup of coffee. By a table that had the most comprehensive view of the whole place and was near the door for a quick getaway.

Hey, the narrative had said it was a sliver of comfort.

[ooc: Ooopen.]

texted3times

Well, it was another Thursday, which meant Leather Pants and Sometimes Shirtlessness Night at the Devil's Nest. It was weirdly chilly for the shirtlessness, but perfect leather pants weather.

Eric had his on while he sipped from his glass of Tru Blood and watched the crowd around him as Tiny served drinks.

LEATHER PANTS NIGHT!
HALF-OFF DRINKS IF YOU ARE WEARING LEATHER PANTS
No discounts if you are a tiny child. Go away, tiny child.

The Devil's Nest was open, and the place to be if you enjoyed staring at people's butts.

[OOC: No OCD!]

sake_shinigami

There was, it would seem, such a thing as an uncomfortable amount of bananas.

It wasn't anything Shunsui would have ever considered, or even speculated on being a thing, until he was right in the middle of it, and that was precisely what was going on today, as there were pretty much bananas everywhere.

Bananas in the meat freezer. Bananas on the counter. Bananas in among the decorative soaps and bananas with the greeting cards. Bananas in small piles by the door, bananas making pathways to the counter and Squishy machines.

At one point, Shunsui had taken off his hat and, when he went to put it back on, was treated with bananas over his head from the bananas that had appeared inside his hat in that brief moment.

So, yeah, there was definitely such a thing as an uncomfortable amount of bananas, and they were living it on that day, and it was very clear that Apu-san had taken National Banana Day just a bit too far.

He supposed it could be worse. It could be something much squishier or unpalatable.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary
Free Bunch of Bananas with Each Purchase!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Surprisingly Not Banana
Plantains aren't Exactly the Same
Red

Turtle & Canary is open! And full of bananas.

B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

my_own_advocate

"Tiny, what on Earth is that racket?"

Lucifer stormed into the club right around opening time, barged past Tiny, and pushed his way into the DJ area. "Eiffel 65?! What are we, a mid-90s European dance club? Are we expecting a mob full of track suit wearing hooligans any time so--"

As was only right, Tiny tuned him out, and continued writing the specials down on the board.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS:
40% off on anything blue!

1000yearstoolate

Seivarden knew nothing about beer, and it wasn't her drink of choice, but today there had been a delivery of all kinds of beer, some, as far as she could gather, very fancy ones.

Tino knew about beer, but only whether it was light or dark or came in a bottle or on tap. So Seivarden decided to just arrange some bottles on the bar and write a sign:

Today's Special:
Beer

[Open and OCD-free]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer. Hated. Everything.

Everyone had spent most of the week being entirely too traumatized to have sex, and then when that was finally over-- "It is," he informed Tiny for the fifth time that night, "Despicable what this island gets away with!"

Despicable.

Apologies, bar clientele, he was going to be loud on the piano tonight.

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had pretty much been hard at work on planning something (a few somethings!) ever since her class got out yesterday, all thanks to a text she had received, and she was in the zooooone, because this was just the sort of thing that gave Summer life and worked as a nice distraction from, you know, thinking too hard about stuff that were sure to send her spiraling into one of those fun little 'disappear for a few days to shoot asteroids' sort of moods.

Anyway, either way, she got to the bar supes early to start getting things set up, so that by the time they opened, the whole place was decked out in yellow and white streamers, large glittering golden stars hanging for the ceiling, balloons fucking everywhere, there was clearly a theme, and if anyone needed any help figuring out exactly what was going on, there was a large banner draped above the bar that might help:

🌟🎉🌟 !!CONGRATULATIONS STARLIGHT!!!🌟🎉🌟
~Newest Member of the SEVEN!~

And if you thought Summer was going to just stop at decorations, um, hi? Have you met Summer?

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
The Homelander
The Queen Maeve
The Black Noir
The Transluscent
The ~~Shitty Aquaman~~ The Deep
The A-Train

~and FEATURING!!~~

THE STARLIGHT

edit: (and also the Lamplighter, to wish him a happy retirement!)

Well, Annie....you did say you loved a theme! Girl did her RESEARCH, dammit. Shut up. But that wasn't all!

ALL DRINKS FREE IF YOU JUST GOT ACCEPTED INTO AN ELITE TEAM OF SUPERHEROES!

Also, ask my about my Super Saturday Starlight Space Party!

Caritas is open!

my_own_advocate

"If you have any stories about your own offspring to share," Lucifer informed Tiny on his way in, "Don't."

And with that, he settled behind the piano to play away some of his remaining restless energy on some classic and modern instrumentals. Occasionally he refilled his glass from the bottle of whiskey sitting on the grand piano. At least it kept him distracted.

Tiny watched him for a bit, then, when no barked orders for specials were incoming, quietly snuck Sex on the Beach onto the specials board. Just because.

defenderofdesmoines

Well, Annie wasn't in, like, a great mood when she went into work tonight, having seen the twins off a little bit earlier. As silly as it seemed to get attached when they were only here for a weekend, she hadn't been able to not get attached.

So her specials board kind of reflected as much.

Half off drinks if you show me a picture of your cute kid from this weekend

Because if Annie had taken pictures of the twins -- and she had, though there were a few of them with Tim in there that were way less cute just thanks to the whole creepy-ass Tim factor -- then surely other people might have photos of their offspring, too. And that might help her be just a little more upbeat about the whole thing, at least?

heroic_jawline

It had been a ~~weird~~ ~~odd~~ ~~possibly traumatizing~~ fun weekend, but the portal had opened back up in the park.

Sorry, kids. Grab one last snack and head back to your home dimensions. It's time to say goodbye.

[OOC: For all the SP, of course!]

my_own_advocate

Not only did Lucifer have to deal with a child in his living space, it was a child that could control minds and barely seemed to realize when she was doing it. Which meant he wasn't particularly inclined to leave the ship in case she tried to use it on Duke again, meaning he had to spend more time around the child.

Maddening.

Worse, he was reduced to this: sneaking off the boat early in the morning to go purchase a chocolate shake to go at the Perk, twitchy the entire time.

He was going to spike the Hell out of this beverage as soon as the barista was done with it.

The barista did not seem impressed by his glaring.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer had honestly debated whether to come back today; he'd planned to, and then started waffling again, because Duke, and...

Well, Duke had finally made that decision himself, and so they'd both returned to the island. Too late for the pollen to do anything to Lucifer, but it was clearly still out and about.

Tiny was already lining up the ingredients for a Sex on the Beach when he came in. Lucifer threw a glance at the specials board, and said, "No, I don't think we will."

TODAY'S SPECIALS
~~SEX ON THE BEACH~~ Sparkling margaritas
~~PARTY IN YOUR MOUTH~~ Blue Lassi
~~BETWEEN THE SHEETS~~ Rose Water Gin

ALL 31% OFF

texted3times

Eric had been having a fantastic week, thank you so much for asking! He was lounging by the bar in a shirt that should probably be buttoned, but the bar was hot and so was he, so he wasn't bothering.

The music was Marvin Gaye and the specials were...appropriate for the week?

HALF OFF DRINKS IF YOU'RE WEARING LEATHER PANTS.
NO SHIRTS, NO PROBLEM
IF YOU AREN'T 21, GO *AWAY*

The Devil's Nest was open and the vampire was available, in all senses of that word.

[OOC: Who needs OCD? Open!]

sake_shinigami

When Shunsui finally did drag himself over to the store, he actually got there and started...working?

Not on actual store stuff, of course. Don't be ridiculous.

But since he was here, he was going to use this time to his advantage to get going on some of those pages that he'd been contemplating for that book he was supposed to writing, and, honestly? The progress he was making on that book was actually kind of impressive.

His awful, unbelieveably smutty, incomprehensibly detailed, purple prosey salacious tour de force of a sequal to his equally awful, unbelievably smutty, incomprehensibly detailed, purple prosey salacious epic of a first novel.

If anyone's interested, he'd be more than happy to read some of what he's written, but keep in mind, there are some things that you just can't ever unhear.

He was incredibly proud of each and every word of it, though, and really couldn't wait to get Nanao-chan's feedback once he'd sent the pages to her for review.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Saffron
Ginseng
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

throughaphase

The spring breakers were gone, just in time for this. Kitty was doing her best to ignore it, since this was her busy day where she worked two jobs and between Tino and the zombies they were traditionally unhelpful here.

Sure enough, the zombies were playing a lot of songs that sounded okay until you realized, oh hey, that's the Divinyls.'

And then there was Tino. Predictable, terrible Tino, who kept trying to hint at a striptease anytime they got to the part in Hot in Herre about taking off all your clothes. No, Tino. No.

SPECIALS
TERRIBLE DECISIONS
that's not a drink, it's just how the week goes

[Open!]

my_own_advocate

Yesterday had certainly been a big blast of whatever, and Lucifer was glad to put it behind him. Just about as glad as he was to be back in the club, behind the piano.

Dealing with the fact Tiny had hired an accompanying guitarist for some godforsaken reason.

What followed was about an hour's worth of passive-aggressive musical battle, until somehow, inexplicably, they fell in sync on a Tracy Chapman song.

Lucifer would take it for the evening. And then bar the man from ever coming back again.

defenderofdesmoines

The cocktail umbrellas were still in abundance tonight, which worked just fine for Annie (who promptly stuck three into the pile of hair on the back of her head that she generously was calling a bun.)

She was distracted -- her phone kept chiming, and every time, Annie was on it like the message was going to expire or something, worried that it would be Vought calling or emailing to cancel her audition tomorrow.

But no, every time, it was her mother, telling her something inane but helpful, like to make sure she used the three-inch curling iron rather than the two-inch since the big curls photographed better.

There was also a good luck message from her friend Countess, which Annie wanted to believe was genuine, but a part of her suspected it was some kind of mind game.

somethingwithturquoise

When Summer came in that evening for her shift, she came in to discover birthday cake. Like...a lot of birthday cake, in several spots around the bar. All over the bar, really. You couldn't go more than a two feet without encountering a birthday cake, almost. Which lead her to conclude just one thing:

"Awwww, Tino! Is it your birthday today?"

She was about to go into a whole thing about why he didn't tell her, but he stopped that whole train of thought by shaking his head and explaining that it was definitely not his birthday, he thought maybe it was Summer's birthday, but, no, it wasn't her birthday, either, so then they tried to figure out if maybe it was one of the zombie's birth...reanimation day? Was it Kitty's birthday? The bar's??

Either way, they had no idea whose birthday it actually was, but there was still birthday cake, so, well, guess they were going to celebrate it anyway!

Wednesday Specials

Happy Birthday...Someone!
Free Birthday Cake tonight, apparently!

And also:
Thin Mints
Spicy Bloody Mary
Root Beer Float

Caritas is open!

my_own_advocate

It had been several days since Lucifer found out that Duke had apparently been manipulated into murdering someone and barely saw anything wrong about that. He was still annoyed. 'Overabundance of energy'-levels of annoyed.

(Maybe the correct word was 'angry', but it wasn't like he could show up in Audrey's bedroom and glower at her. She might even be dead! He was beginning to hope so!)

Eventually, he found a channel for all of that restless energy. "It's been ages since we had a good mainland-inclusive night," he told Tiny. "I'm going to put out some Instagram posts in the usual channels, I will text you the list of drinks to order. Work on your cocktail game. Well? What are you waiting for? This is important--"

It was not, but at least it kept him off the street.

defenderofdesmoines

Annie was clearly distracted as she took her place behind the bar tonight. As a means to avoid the temptation to drink at work -- even something as innocuous as a Shirley Temple (the sugar) -- Annie had brought a tall tumbler of some kind of green juice to sip on. Granted, mostly she was just sort of annoyed about it, rather than, like, basking in her newfound health benefits, but it was probably a better choice than the beer she really wanted.

She was also trying to be a little more active tonight, even through her distraction, and kept finding reasons to go look in cabinets and pace around and basically just annoy the utter shit out of Tiny. Part of it was that she actually felt compelled to hit her step count today; part of it was that she was, honestly, just kind of anxious and trying to burn it off a little.

The Devil's Nest was open, even if the bartender was busy with her phone and her juice and her nerves.

defenderofdesmoines

Annie was tan, content and...relatively relaxed, all things considered, after her trip to Hawaii. (There had only been one murder drone, and yet so much more luau/surfing/laying on the beach, you know?)

"Did you have a nice break?" she greeted Tiny, immediately grabbing some ice, Curacao and the blender in a way that had Tiny heading for the other end of the bar before she even finished her sentence. Before she could even think about taking out her phone and showing him a damn picture.

Oh well. She was going to make Blue Hawaiians her drink special, and pretend it wasn't rainy and gross outside, sigh.

died8yearsago

Rosa had definitely put off dealing with whatever might be waiting for her in the office since getting back, though she wasn't sure what would be worse: if she was absolutely going to drown in stupid emails, or if there were absolutely none of them.

Actually, no, she took that back. Having none would be great. That was definitely the better of the two, so after she made herself some coffee and got settled behind her desk and pissed around on her phone with some stupid match-three game for a little while, she finally set the phone aside, leaned in, and switched the computer on.

Disappointed that it actually did turn on and didn't explode (which would have at least been interesting), she did have some messages to get through, but it wasn't a lot, and none of them involved either chickens or lobsters (she was really expecting at least a few things on that last one), so, all in all, it seemed like a pretty good start to the day, and now to just weed through what was too stupid to bother with and what might actually be worth some attention.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

throughaphase

Welcome to Caritas! Did you see the sign on the door tonight?

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES

Of course if you were also too distracted or whatever to notice it, who could really blame you? It could just be a busy night at the bar, where Tino was taking signups for the event tonight, willingly or not.

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty stopped the zombie band and took the stage as a "THREE MINUTE DATES" banned unfurled behind her. So if you hadn't noticed before now, too late!

"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to Caritas for yet another night of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you don't know how this event works, it's simple: your name will get called with another name. You find each other, talk for three minutes, and then this shiny gong sounds and it's on to round two. You'll do this five times. And you might be thinking, 'three minutes isn't enough time to get to know someone,' you're right! That's why the bar will be open afterwards for you to maybe find someone you clicked with and get to know them better-"

Someone- Tino? Hopefully not a zombie- wolf whistled.

"-Whatever 'getting to know them' means to you," Kitty added. "You've still got about a minute to add your name but not enough time to flee the bar!"

[[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

~~OCD a'coming! Do not ping unless you're Bridgey.~~ OCD is up! Go forth and date!]

defenderofdesmoines

There had been a shipment of little cocktail umbrellas today, and given their abundance, Annie was happily putting them in everything.

Beer? Cocktail umbrella.

Straight bourbon? Cocktail umbrella.

Glass of water? Cocktail umbrella.

There was also, naturally, one in Annie's hair - though Tiny had declined when she'd offered one to him.

my_own_advocate

"So the entire island appears to have gone daiquiri-crazy last week, except you went full margarita," Lucifer mused. "What's next?"

Tiny looked at him.

He looked back.

Tiny looked at him some more.

He looked back longer.

"Right," Lucifer said, "Caipirinha night it is, why not?"

He was going to get behind the piano and find something tropical but classy to play tonight.

[[ no ocd because it has been a Day, but open ]]

superjoanjett

Jessica had only one case today. And honestly it wasn't much of a case so much as a thorough background check on one Franklin "Foggy" Nelson.

Any thought of him being someone interesting went out the window pretty quickly. Lived in hell's kitchen. Parents owned a hardware store. Made poor life choices.

...?

And he took Punjabi as a language in college.

Jessica rolled her eyes, typed out the report and sent it on to Hogarth.

And then spent the rest of her day trying to find replacement black t-shirts online.

[Open]

defenderofdesmoines

Another weekend, another subsequent Monday where Annie was at work with her hood up.

She was keeping her head down, practicing making martinis (with the added benefit of being able to drink them, duh, she really needed that after this weekend) and avoiding Tiny.

Which worked for awhile until Tiny started whistling. And since he'd never done that before, Annie couldn't help but feel that it was obviously pointed, and that he had somehow heard about the weekend.

So, she'd be over here, hiding on a barstool, nursing a not-half-bad martini and avoiding her fellow bartender, who was just being mean.

somethingwithturquoise

A few pizzas had been randomly delivered to the bar that evening, which was great, because who didn't love pizza to go with their jello shots? There was plenty of it, too, so Summer was quick to update her special's board:

Wednesday Specials!
Free Pizza with each Jello Shot!
Root Beer Barrel
Winter Berry Punch
Cottage Cheese and Salmon

And here she figured the idea of chasing a bite of pizza with a cottage cheese and salmon jello shot would be the most disgusting thing she'd encounter that day, until she turned around and discovered quite possibly the most horrific thing her poor eyes had ever seen.

Which was saying a lot, you guys!

"Tino," she said, slowly, with the reservation of someone who wasn't sure she really wanted an answer to the question she was about to ask, "what are you doing?"

"It's too hot," Tino explained, as he ran his slice of pizza under the stream of cold water in the sink, "so I'm cooling it down."

"...What. The hell...?"

Caritas is open!

defenderofdesmoines

"Hey, so were you a little kid this weekend?" Annie greeted Tiny, who barely looked up from the glass he was wiping. "I was. I was four."

And when he didn't answer her, Annie continued, "It would've been kind of funny if you'd been little this weekend."

Aaaand cue Tiny starting to walk away from her.

"Because you would've actually been tiny!" And off he went into the back, where he likely couldn't hear her yell, "It wouldn't have just been ironic!"

Anyway. The bar was open, Annie was here, and she was her normal five-foot-six.

superjoanjett

If there was one thing that Jessica did routinely it was listen to the radio. Same time. Same show. Monday through Friday.

If asked, Jessica would just say she liked the programming which was far from the truth. There were many days Jess missed talking or seeing Trish.

Listening to "Trish Talk" everyday made the distance between them feel less somehow.

It was certainly more interesting than doing follow up paperwork on missing bees.

[Open]

throughaphase

Congratulations, Fandom! You survived another year! And to celebrate, a party!

Caritas was decked out in Christmas lights (that would not strangle you, promise), the zombies were playing New Year's Rockin' Eve types of hits, and gathered were plenty of hats and 2021 glasses for those who wanted to accessorize their fancy dress.

Sure, you wouldn't be kicked out if you didn't dress up, but it would be nice if you did!

SPECIALS
Jingle Juice Punch
New Year's Sparkler
Sugar Cookie Martini
Peppermint Bark Mimosa
Cranberry Mojito Mocktail

superjoanjett

To say Jessica was hard at work was overstating everything. Nothing was going on as the holiday was fast approaching and so Jessica was just mostly surfing the web for news and half-listening to Trish complain.

"You haven't called in weeks by the way."

"Sorry. We were attacked by marzipan boulders and giant polar bears carrying off brand cola bottles," Jessica replied.

"... You know if you're going to lie you could at least make it believable."

And once that conversation started going downhill it ended up with Jessica promising to come home for the weekend and spend time with Trish.

Ugh.

[Open]

defenderofdesmoines

Annie was twenty-three today. And, yes, like a nerd (as Summer had so astutely observed), she was totally at work.

But, given that it was her birthday - not to mention that it was the Monday after a hell of a week last week - Annie felt like she could take some liberties. She dipped behind the bar to play with the blender and make a batch of (very strong, per usual) birthday pina coladas, then poured herself one and took it around to sit on a barstool and smile at Tiny.

"It's my birthday," she told him as she selected a fun straw and a cocktail umbrella. "I'll help you if it gets rowdy."

That would actually be kind of a great birthday present, if she got to break up a fight, though she really doubted anyone was going to be in the mood.

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