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Caritas | Sunday

Camped at the end of the bar with a box of fresh and spicy buffalo wings, Adora was devouring them with great enthusiasm. When Tino inquired if she was willing to share, she made a very sad face and offered him her very last drummette.

"Life would be so much easier if I wasn't nice," she sighed, dipping a celery stick in blue cheese sauce before crunching down on it and wishing she'd gotten two orders.

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Just Wings (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DD_5BWdlKas) here.

No more wings (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_wings) here.

"Shot of Jack," Fred said, sitting down at the bar. "Glass of Miller to follow, got it?"

"Shot of Jaaaack..." Adora repeated, totally knowing this one and waving Tino away as he tried to help a girl out. "Is he on the blue bottle?" No, Adora, that was curacao and not pronounced crackho no matter what Tino taught you.

"No," Fred said. "He's on the bottle with Jack Daniels on it."

Fred just smiled though. Silly blondes.

"Of course!" Adora grinned like she'd always known that before pouring him a neat shot and a tall glass of beer. "There! Now, I'm curious, why two drinks together?"

"You never done a shot with a beer chaser?" Fred said. "It's the way a real person drinks. None of the frilly crap."

"I was introduced to shots without the benefit of a chaser," Adora confided, leaning on the counter to chat. "Shots are painful, and I strive to avoid causing myself pain if possible."

"Yeah, but it's the good kinda pain," Fred said before chuckling. He downed his shot and grinned. "Burns so good."

"And so, will you be intoxicated very quickly?" That was her experience, anyway. She pulled her celery over to gnaw on.

Mmm. Blue cheese.

"Do I look like a lightweight to you?" Fred said, ready to laugh if she said yes.

"Alcohol has surprising effect," Adora said, not so sure what he meant.

"Yeah, not when you're my size," Fred said. "Gonna take a lot more than this to get me drunk. And hell, nobody wants to see that, any way."

"You're right, drunkeness is never pretty," Adora replied with the authority of someone who should be wholly anti such intoxicants and yet, worked at a bar.

"...that's a pretty lousy salespitch for a bar wench," Fred said.

"It just so happens I'm not only a bar wench," Adora countered, unaware that she should be offended. "I have many talents, but I like Caritas and Chuck is a very good boss."

"I bet you got many talents," Fred said, and yeah, that was a sleazy thing to say. "What exactly are you talkin' about, though?"

She smiled at Fred, he reminded her of Adam's friend Ram-Man, minus all the metal. "Hmm," she considered how to answer him. "I've been trained in combat, military strategy, and I know how to make a mean spice cake!"

Fred just sort of stared. "Holy shit, you're the perfect woman."

Adora giggled, "No, I'm far from perfect, I promise. We all have our little difficulties, right?"

"Hey, with a resume like that," Fred said. "I think any difficulties is just fine."

Aww, he was sweet, Adora liked that. "Thank you, friend. It'd be nice if others thought like you."

"Yeah, somebody more your own age, yeah," Fred said, mumbling into his beer.

Only batwings (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batwing_sleeves#Types_of_sleeves) here.

IDEK.

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