Caritas, Sunday
Figured that the one night Yitzhak felt the need to go to the bar, the dumb jock kid who usually opened it on Sunday nights wasn't there.
Tino was, though, and Yitzhak had plenty of practice into sauntering into an establishment like you owned the place or at least worked there. (Hey, it was the only way to get set up for a gig on time in some seedy dives. It even worked for free booze sometimes.) He breezed right on in, helped himself to a nice draft pint, and set up camp at the table closest to the stage, all ready to judge singing patrons like he was Simon freaking Cowell or something.
Please. He was way more fabulous than that guy.
[OOC: Off to run errands, so mod Tino for speedy service until I returneth!]
Tino was, though, and Yitzhak had plenty of practice into sauntering into an establishment like you owned the place or at least worked there. (Hey, it was the only way to get set up for a gig on time in some seedy dives. It even worked for free booze sometimes.) He breezed right on in, helped himself to a nice draft pint, and set up camp at the table closest to the stage, all ready to judge singing patrons like he was Simon freaking Cowell or something.
Please. He was way more fabulous than that guy.
[OOC: Off to run errands, so mod Tino for speedy service until I returneth!]