Our Lady of Fandom; Thursday [ 09/28 ]

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Sure, in the tentative schedual, Mondays and Mondays only were intented to be the days Rosette would be in the confessional.

Then again, she hadn't exactly intended to get drunk off of home-distilled alcohol, either.

Chrono kept the coffee brewing for her and an eye on things in the church while she closed herself up in the confessional, clutching her mug, but mostly just staring, hungover, at the wall inside the little booth. Sometimes she stared at the door, trying to figure out ways to lock it.

And she made a confession of her own:

"Our Father in Heaven, forgive my sin,
Of getting wasted on homespun gin."

Sure, it hadn't actually been gin, but gin was a lot easier to rhyme than vodka was.

Her penance? Fifteen Hail Mary's. Tomorrow.


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