Yeah, yeah, John had boobs. He was mostly over it, if cranky because his t-shirt was too tight in the chest and Tino kept talking to his boobs as a result.

This led to a lot of snapping and, "Eyes up top, buddy!" John was just thanking Fandom these things only ever lasted one day.

Alex was decompressing after this past weekend. Currently, that involved a bottle of Jack Daniels, a glass and a glare. The first two were for Alex and the last was for Tino. Tino wisely stayed out of Alex's way tonight. He didn't need to get popped in the nose or something.

Genesis had spent the last few days brooding, as he tended to do when left alone, and sulking about missing Angeal. (Not that he'd admit it out-loud, but he would wager half his paycheck that Angeal knew exactly what he was doing.)

Today, however, he had something else to do.

And that something else? RehearsalDrinks were set out--coffee, tea, ( Read more... )

Really, Kūkaku couldn't have asked for a better situation. Not only did she have an extra pair of hands to set everything up, but she knew there were other visitors on the island, making for a much larger and hopefully more appreciative audience. She wondered if this was the sort of thing she should have gotten permission for, but, what the hell ( Read more... )

To say that Genesis was in a good mood today was like saying that rain was wet. He had his cast, he had a small but functional crew (though he could still add to that), and only one person had threatened him with death yesterday ( Read more... )

Tino, in a futile attempt to piss Jake off, had apparently hidden the maple vodka.

Futile, because it took Jake all of thirty seconds to find it.

"Detective, ya moron," Jake rolled his eyes before pouring himself a shot.

Caritas was open, and Extremely Canadian.

Vast amusement was... possibly not the usual reaction to holding the first day of tryouts, no. Especially not when he actually did want people to stop by.

But Genesis rarely went for the usual reaction if he was in a position where he could, for all intents and purposes, pick his reaction. Being contrary was far more amusing as he saw it ( Read more... )

Once the bell or buzzer or windchime or fireball went off for the last time and the dates were all over, Jaina took her place back behind the bar for actual work. Might as well stick around and help out with anyone who wanted to chat with someone they might have clicked with on their dates, or to serve anyone who just wandered in once everything ( Read more... )

Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

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There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important ( Read more... )