BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Lorne, Deanna, and Joshua
Where: Caritas, then Avarice
When: Sept. 18th, Evening

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Who: Lorne and Samson
Where: Caritas
When: Sunday, August 1st (TBC in tags)

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Who: Lorne and Ash
Where: Caritas
When: Thursday Night, 2/25

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Who: Lorne OT Anyone
Where: Caritas
When: Wednesday, January 13

Lorne nursed a Seabreeze as he listened to someone sing. This person hadn't asked to be read, but was just a karaoke fan in general (he occasionally got those here at this bar), but Lorne couldn't help but listen in on things, anyway. Of course, once again, he was seeing all sorts of terrible things in this person's future. Death and destruction. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

In everyone's futures lately he had been seeing just that. He was seeing Christian end of the world scenarios, and he had no idea what to do about that. He knew of whom he should call, but they had to be aware of this stuff, didn't they? This was sort of their job, after all. Saving the world and all that jazz.

Save the world for the jazz, people!

Who: Gwen, open to Lorne and anyone else
Where: Caritas
When: Sunday night

This last week had been hell. Gwen knew she was nowhere near healed, but.. She needed to start TRYING to get her life back on track. Meredith had told her about this bar: sing for the empath demon and he sets you on your path.

Well, right now? Gwen needed set on her path. She walked into Caritas in red Sunnydale High sweatpants and a baggy Broken Sunrise t-shirt, not even feeling like prettying herself up. She looked around, eyes peeled for the green demon Mere had told her about.

Who: Lorne, Ben, and Skylar
Where: Caritas
When: Monday Night (After this thread.)

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Who: Lindsey OT Lilah
Where: Caritas
When: Monday Night

Can I cut in on a dance?
You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for
In that little Mexican
You can't mix your tears
With those from an agave plant
You see I've danced with him myself
And he's never been a friend

Lindsey did this fairly often. He went to Caritas and sang something or another that he had written years before selling his soul to earn millions of dollars. He hadn't really been feeling the muse for a while now. However, things were starting to change. After recovering from the several nights lack of sleep after Lilah brought him home, it finally hit him again.

You go believin' in your Lancelot
Well it's all in vain
And you're chasin' picket fences,
There's always hell to pay
I met many a girl in here
With the same story line
All them boys on those white horses
Don't know how to ride

The song wasn't really about Lilah herself. He didn't figure her for a tequila drinker. Well, maybe on really bad nights...or really good ones. She probably liked finer brandies and scotches, or maybe even a girly drink when she thought no one was watching. Lilah did seem to him like she had been let down by many a man in her life, or maybe just a lot by one. She didn't seem the type to like to be swept off her feet by romance, though. She'd probably just laugh.

But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride

He wasn't much of a romancer, anyway. That wasn't his type of life, anymore.


She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book
I think chivalry's dead
And I ain't gonna look
For them roundtable boys on the white horse
That can't get the story right."

I said "as luck would have it
I was tossed by the throne
I let my Marion down
Some years ago
And I traded my coat of arms
For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."

He just hoped that maybe, just maybe, she might be willing to open up to him a little more. He wasn't asking for anything like marriage, or even a full relationship. The chance at one was all that he really wanted.

But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride

She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit
The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips
And she raised that glass and the lime
And she kissed them goodbye

She said "promise me you'll take it slow
And swear no talk of tomorrow
And when you feel me tighten around you
Well you can let the hammer down."

But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride

Of course, he just wasn't sure how to put any of these thoughts into words to tell her yet.

(OOC: The song is "Different Kind of Knight" by Kane and I got the lyrics from www.sweetslyrics.com)

Who: Mere, The Host, and Buffy
Where: Caritas
When: Wed., Nov. 25

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Who: Mere and The Host (Lorne)
Where: Caritas
When: November 25

Mere walked into the club, her guitar slung over her back. She wasn't sure what kind of name 'Caritas' was, but she had heard that it was run by a demon who could tell people their futures when they sung to them, so she figured it was the place that she needed to go. Her life had gotten plenty exciting lately, and she couldn't figure out for the life of her what to make of it. Between the vampire being-ness, Ash, Natalia, and Willow, Mere barely knew who to listen to. Maybe this guy could give her a point in the right direction.

As she walked in, almost as if on cue, The Host approached her, all leisure suit and green goodness. His red lips curled into a friendly grin as he slid an arm around her shoulders as if he'd known her for years. "Wooo! Holy stress, Batman, I can feel it coming off you in waves. You're new here... but obviously not here a moment too soon. Care to belt out a tune, lovely?"

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Who: Narcissa and Wesley
Where: Caritas
When: Monday night

Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: Caritas
When: Nighttime

( Singing Ahead! )