02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

Casey punches the broadcast button on the tablet which is sitting on the bar counter and leans into frame. He's got a bruise or two, maybe a laceration on the cheekbone but it's minor and woe betide anyone commenting on it.

"I've got this leather duster here," he holds it up, "from the warehouse rescue. If you're the owner of said coat, I'm at Caritas, the demon bar in Osten. Ask for Casey."

He turns off the transmission and tosses the coat under the counter out of the way.

"So, where were we?" He starts grabbing some bottles of liquor and setting them on the bar in front of him.

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[location | Caritas]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

"You're not wrong there." Casey's smirk widens briefly in response. She's one smart cookie. Nows how to play the game, keeping some cards close to the chest, displaying others. He can't wait to play a real hand of poker with her.

"Johnny Walker, black, for the lady then. It's best if you sip it real slow. I think I'll skip the ice too."

He sets her up a tumbler glass and then pours a double shot of the dark amber liquid into it.

"I warn you, some people think it tastes too earthy, too smoky."

[location | Caritas]

[ironshodboots]

"I'll keep that in mind." She takes it, toasts him slightly, and takes a sip. She has no intention of saying she likes something she doesn't just to impress him. Instead, she considers the flavor, savoring it a little.

After a moment, she nods. "It's good. A type of whiskey, yes? Though it's a little smoother than what I've had before, back home." Whiskey's not her usual drink, but on the other hand, it is flavorful, and the craftsmanship is clearly decent.

[location | Caritas]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. If you want smooth? It's the premium Blue Label you gotta try. Aged over twenty years. Only catch is it's 200 bucks a bottle."

He pours himself a soda water, since he's on duty and toasts her back.

"So what brings you to Caritas? You looking to belt out a few ballads for us?"

[location | Caritas]

[ironshodboots]

"Singing?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Well. If you must know, I mainly thought it might be nice to venture out a bit. Since it seems there's no immediate prospect of getting home, it seems prudent to know my fellow prisoners a bit more." At least by observation.

[location | Caritas]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

"This is a Karaoke bar." He explains, pointing at the small stage and microphone. "People come here to have a few drinks, sing their fave pop hits. Embarrass themselves. Not always in that order."

"Sometimes Lorne gives them a 'reading'. Apparently he's an empath demon and tell people what their futures are gonna be or something when he hears them sing. Sounds like bull-crap, I know, but he does have some kind of mind-whammy ability. I've seen it in action."

Which is his way of admitting to having been read.

[location | Caritas]

[ironshodboots]

"What is a 'pop' song?" she asks, smiling a little but with genuine interest. As for the reading part, her mind is open. There are rumors of magic bigger than that in her world, though she hasn't actually encountered any herself.