Caritas | Sunday

[redandblueblur]

Clark had spent about two seconds of his day packing and unpacking his room. He thought maybe it was some kind of record and looked proud of himself as he settled behind the bar to dry off the glasses Tino had ditched there

Comments

Stage

[redandblueblur]

Yep, they sure are zombies!

Bar

[redandblueblur]

No barn, but there was a farmboy.

Re: Bar

[wrongkindofsith]

There was a bar, there was always a bar, and if there was onr thing Cara could use, it was a drink.

Keeping one hand wrapped loosely around an agiel, she approached Clark. "Ale," she said, looking up (and up) at him. "Strong ale."

Manners, Cara, manners got you better service.

Re: Bar

[redandblueblur]

"Sure thing!" Hot chick carrying a dildo? Clark was working to just do as he was asked as he slung the towel over his shoulder. "I wondered how many new kids would be finding the bar tonight."

Re: Bar

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara liked the boys who did has they were told, unlike some people she could mention who wouldn't listen to those who were just looking out for their best interests.

"Given the stories I heard yesterday, I'd expect all of them to retreat into the nearest tankard," she remarked as she leant back against the bar, surveying the room.

Lounge

[redandblueblur]

For the tables and chairs, natch.

Back Room

[redandblueblur]

For the interesting sporting events.

OOC | Caritas

[redandblueblur]

For the OOC chatter. Or something.

Re: OOC | Caritas

[solo_sword]

*chatters, OOCly*

Re: OOC | Caritas

[redandblueblur]

Don't chatter at me, sunglasses thief.

Re: OOC | Caritas

[solo_sword]

I will chatter at you all I want. And use the sunglasses icon while I do it.