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Got anything non alcoholic?

Well aren't you just a big breath of virtuous air? Step up to the bar and pick your poison, or non-poison in your case.

Uh. Okay. Assuming orange juice is out, so -- I have no idea. Any suggestions?

*looks back to the barkeep* Tall dark and virtuous here will have a Shirley Temple.

*there might be some subtle blushing, while Clark glances around casually.* Thanks. Interesting place you have here.

*a little amused at the boy's ever so slight blushing* Thank you. *hands him his Shirley Temple* My name is Lorne, make yourself at home. *motions to the karaoke stage*

Clark. Nice to meet y-- what? *He's staring at the set-up now in something akin to horror.* I don't sing. Terrible at it.

*sudden change in Clark's aura makes his head spin* Whoa...the singing is optional.

Oh, okay. I can go with that. *He lets out a breath and turns to his non alcoholic drink, wondering if something with a little more punch wouldn't go amiss. Even if it won't affect him.*

Free booze. I can deal with that.

You and everyone else. *grins* What'll it be Sweet Cheeks?

Not like I'm gonna turn it down. [Quick shrug] Gimme something... large on the tequila.

...And so we're clear, I'm not singing.

*slides her a shot glass along with the bottle*

No offense, Fire Cracker...but every time one of the people you sometimes find yourself tangled up with belt their pretty little hearts out it never ends in the happily ever after kind of way. So you'll have to forgive me for not being too broke up about that.

[The bottle works. Faith pours herself a shot and downs it.]

Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.

Although, a whole bottle of that and you might find yourself sharing your secrets with me through a song.

Slayer metabolism. I'll be fine. [And she knocks back another shot to prove the point. Or something.]

Of course you will, Slayer Cakes.

Always am, right? Five by five.

Whiskey?

Strong choice, friend. *slides him his drink*

This seems like a nice place. *Hiro knocks back the whiskey and holds the glass up for another.*

I am quite fond of it. Feel free to make yourself at home. *motioning toward the karaoke stage*

Oh, you do not want to hear me sing. I am horrible.

Trust me when I say, that here *motions around his club* that hardly matters.

Are they that drunk?

*gasps* Smirnoff Ice?!

Oh honey, you don't want one of those...let my friend behind the bar make you something a little more exciting.

O-oh. *embarrassed* Sorry, I don't usually drink Smirnoff... and no one I know really mixes, so... I don't know anything classy.

*puts his hand over her back and ushers her toward the bar* No worries, sweet cheeks. We'll fix you up. *tells the bartender to make another Sea Breeze*

Lorne, baby, my new favorite person.

Faithykins...*ushers her toward the bar* What'll it be doll?

Whiskey, straight, and make her a double. *She tosses him a wink and a grin.*

*nods to his bartender* You heard the girl, Frank. *stirs his Sea Breeze and turns back to Faith* Staying out of trouble?

Day I stay out of trouble is the day I die, killer. *She downs the drink when it's placed in front of her.* 'Sides, it finds me, and I'm stickin' to that story.

What's the occasion?

There isn't one, Cupcake. *grins* It's good for business.

In that case, I'll take a vodka martini, on the rocks.

*sways in* Such pretty music...

That sounds great, Lorne!

What'll it be, Freddles?

I think I'll just have a soda. I don't want my head to get all fuzzy.