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Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

Donut came into work severely disappointed that he still hasn't caught a kangaroo on the mainland yet. He wanted catch one and use it's pouch as a holder for his collection of scented lotions.

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Drink!

Amber came in after her performance tonight and sat down at the bar. "Hey, Donut. Can I get a shot of something good that won't burn my insides? Maybe it tastes like candy?"

"...I could mash up some Skittles in a shot glass and pour vodka on it?"

Donut really was the worst bartender ever.

"Sounds great," Amber answered. She was sure it was classic somewhere.

"Skittles are my favorite. I just don't want to choke."

"I'll be sure to mash 'em up good," Donut assured her. He grabbed a shot glass and took a bag of Skittles out of one of the compartments of his suit. It was probably best not to ask how long they've been in there. "Rough day?"

"Thanks," she said, leaning forward on her arms to watch him. Amber wasn't too concerned where the Skittles came from or how old they were. She was easy like that. "Rough week... is it only Tuesday? Man. Rough week and a half. I'm been starring in Titus Andronicus. Have you seen the signs for the play around town?"

"Oh yeah, I've seen those. I didn't know you were starring in it though," he said. He finished mashing up the Skittles into a fine pulp and grabbed a decent vodka to pour into the shot glass. "I know plays can be kind of stressful."

He slid the shot over to Amber.

"Yah, it's all kinds of blood and gore and the mutilation of limbs. You ought to come see it if you can. It's pretty entertaining."

She took the shot, thought it looked pretty, and knocked it back. "Oh. Wow. Thanks, Donut. I'll have two more before I leave. Can you drink on the job?"

"I can but it's kind of complicated," Donut said as he fixed Amber another shot. Lucky for him he had a full bag of Skittles. "I have to stick a straw through my helmet and everything."

"Yah, I guess that's difficult, uh? Accidentally ever get your nose?" she asked, peering at him as though she could see what was past his helmet. She couldn't, but she was curious.

"This one time I had a really long straw and poked myself in the eye. That sucked," Donut said. He finished making the shot and slid it over to Amber. "Be careful with the drinking. You'll get drunk and have a sugar high."

Amber cringed. "Dang. You must have had to wedge that sucker in there good to reach your eye," she nodded, and took the shot glass in hand. "Don't worry. I'm just going home after this. I'm celebrating. Faith once fixed me a drink that was all fiery. You know how to do that?"

"...Don't you just light it on fire? I can do that," he said.

"Beats me," she shrugged. "Can't remember what she made me. I just know that I had a few before then. Not that I drink much. I don't. I like these Skittles drinks though. You should run a special on these; bet people would flock to Caritas."

"I have to think of a name for them first," he said. "You got any suggestions?"

Amber tapped the counter, drank her shot, pretended to think. "Taste the Rainbow?" Yeah, she stole it from the commercial, so?

Charlotte had to do a little bit of a double take when she thought she saw Amber at the bar. She was probably never going to get used to seeing kids in her drinking, especially not ones who had classes with her tomorrow, and she hoped that whatever Amber was having, she wasn't having so much that it would leave her a little groggy for class.

Amber noticed her teacher after she noticed her. It was kind of hard not to. "Hi, Miss York!" No, it didn't dawn on her that she had class tomorrow.

Charlotte gave her a small smile, lifting a hand in a wave. "Hello, Amber; how are you tonight?"

This whole talking to a student thing in a bar was awkward, and made Charlotte almost kind of glad she was just doing this for the summer, although she knew she would have been awkward if it were one of her employees in here too.

"Good. Really. Just got done with the play and I was taking a small break before heading home. How are you tonight?"

"Good," Charlotte gave Amber a small smile. "Did some ~~handwavey~~ shopping today, worked a bit for tomorrow's class," there was a slight tone of reminder in her voice there, "and now I just thought I'd come in to relax for a drink. I'm sorry I haven't gone to see the play yet; I didn't know you were in it! I planned on going this Friday."

Ohhh, Amber got that reminder and felt a tad chastised. She took a sip of her drink. It was totally the only other thing she could do at the moment to hide her bit of awkwardness. Ooops. "Oh, it's okay. I didn't much advertise that I was in it. But I'm glad you're coming to see it. I should warn you, it is full of gore and other things I shouldn't mention now since you are enjoying a drink."

"Well, I am familiar with the play," Charlotte said with a nod, "so I'm prepared for that, but it is a classic, and, well, I don't think I'd be a very good art gallery owner if I didn't go out and support other arts in the community."

Amber smiled. "Mr. Tennant would appreciate that, Miss York." She sighed. "But it is a little draining. I'm tired and with other things, I just needed to chill a little, you understand?" She hoped she did, at least. It wasn't Amber's fault this town served alcohol to teenagers.

"You do look tired," Charlotte observed, this time with a small frown of concern.

She looked down. "It's been a long week and half, Miss York."

Charlotte offered her a sympathetic smile after that. "I can understand that," she told her quietly, and then nodded. "I'll leave you to your drink if you'd rather, but try not to be out too late tonight, okay? Get some rest."

She smiled kindly at her teacher. "I will. I don't plan on being much later than in takes me to finish this drink."

Charlotte really hated not having anything to do on a Tuesday night,, and she was still feeling all out of sorts for having been a seven year old defacer of modern art, so she figured going out for a little drink was at least something. She drifted in, found a good seat at the bar, and ordered her usual Cosmo.

Make out! Or whatever you do in a lounge!

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