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026: [ voice | location: caritas ] A bingin' we will go

[ guess who's now seated at a secluded corner in caritas, with her head on the table and nursing a huge bottle of alcohol on her own.

no, really. guess. ] Oh, who cares about... broody, stupid vamps when I've got you... [ she grabs the bottle and reads: ] Mr. Voodoo Tiki Tequila. Mmm. You're now my new best friend, 'kay?

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No surprise that Kirk's currently in the bar. ...well, a little considering his ex works here, but he's fine and dandy with ducking out if he catches sight of her. He's not drunk or even close to being tipsy, but there's a glass in his hand and a curious glance being sent towards Cordelia for that odd statement he picked up on as he walked by. Just odd enough to make him stop, turn around and approach.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Spike is there for pretty much the same reason. He walks over to her and sits down with his own bottle of tequila.

"I'm remembering why I hated him," he says, sounding almost cheerful. He takes a big gulp of tequila and glances over at her. "You know it'll wear off, right? And hopefully soon?"

Oh dear lord, it's Cordelia. Buffy would do the avoidance thing, except for how she works here. And serving people booze is kind of her job. Thus, she's going to brave an encounter. After all, it's not like she's enjoying Angel's glitch any more than Cordelia is, and she doesn't like seeing Cordelia all depressed.

"Would you like a glass with that?" She asks, in a way that somehow manages to be disapproving but sympathetic at the same time.

Tony really has no reason to be in Caritas except for the fact that it's a bar, and bars mean alcohol. And right now, he's definitely in the mood for a drink. Never mind the fact that he's been in that mood for the past forty-five minutes to an hour.

He's chosen to go without a glass, and is just drinking from a bottle of vodka, when he happens to hear a muttered comment from the table next to him. He glances over, and with eyebrows raised, says, "I'm pretty sure bottles don't talk back, so if you're tired of broody vampires, you could just talk to me."

Great pickup line, Stark. He knows he's never seen this woman before, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere.

Oh, come on, girl. We're trapped in some alien hell-hole and you're drinking without me?

Lorne notices Cordelia with her tequila bottle across the room. He'd noticed the very strange transmission from Angel earlier, which probably didn't bode well for her well-being. Maybe a song will cheer her up along with the tequila?

He waits for the Extra on stage to finish his song, then takes over the mic. "I'd like to dedicate this song to a girl who makes it through, no matter what." He smiles, then launches into a song.

"Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll get brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Some day, yeah
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter

Right now
You just wait and see how things are gonna be
Right now..."

[ooc: That was "Ooh Child (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVF4r3fLBrU)" by The Five Stairsteps, a lovely 70s tune.]

Edited 2010-07-16 20:09 (UTC)

...I could be your new best friend.

Ran into him, too?

Cordelia? You doin'...? [she trails off, because clearly Cordy's not doing okay]

What's going on? Something happen with Angel?

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