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Caritas | Wednesday

Nathan wasn't coming to Caritas alone tonight. Ramona had turned into a fucking blue chick right in front of him and even he wasn't that big of a dickhead to leave her alone in her alcove. So, he'd carried the blue chick to Caritas and was letting her walk around on the counter while he poured himself a drink.

Tino started scowling when he poured some whiskey in a saucer and put the blue chick in front of it. Tino kept scowling when Ramona started drinking it and Nathan just started laughing. He wouldn't let her drink enough to harm her but come on, maybe she wanted to wet her beak!

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There is a band!

There are two bartenders and one blue chick!

While the whiskey was nice and all, Ramona was having a bitch of a time trying to drink anything with her teeny tiny beak and was mostly getting it in her feathers. Which was basically the most annoying thing ever. She chirped in irritation.

"What?" Nathan asked, giving her a look. "Drink your whiskey. It's the closest you're gonna get to a drug tonight since you ruined my plans of an afternoon spent high somewhere."

Ramona started cheeping at him, trying to explain how it was SO UNFAIR that she didn't get to be high, either. She was stuck as a baby bird, for god's sake!

"What?" Nathan asked, staring at her. "Do you have to take a shit or a piss or something? Tell me now because I don't want you messing the counter up. Tino isn't trained to clean up chick crap."

Well, now she was going to try to bite him again. Because his lack of faith in her control just because she was a bird was getting annoying.

Yeah no, not a chance. Nathan yanked his hand away and shook his head. "Quit fucking biting me or I'm really gonna leave you with Tino. You wanna stay with Tino? Do you? You can."

Bird or not, Ramona could shake her head. Sure, it looked stupid, because she was a tiny baby bird, but she could do that much.

"Then, be nice," he scolded, pointing a finger at her. "Be nice. I could have left you in that fucking alcove where you'd be all alone. I am babysitting you out of the kindness of my own heart. What if I had grand plans this week?"

If a cheep could sound doubtful, Ramona had achieved it. As it was, she hopped toward that finger to nuzzle her head against it. See, she was grateful. And fuzzy!

"You're sucking up," Nathan observed with a small smile. "You're not even this fucking cuddly when you're normal sized. See, you are a teddy bear. I was right."

She liked cuddling! She just didn't like cuddling in public. It was different as a little bitty bird! You kind of got a pass for it. But she shook her little head again even as she gave a wee happy coo and continued nuzzling his hand.

"You're gonna have to sleep on the floor tonight no matter how cute you are," Nathan informed her haughtily. "I like to spread out and I might crush you and I don't need blue stains on my bed."

Ramona chirped indignantly. She could sleep on his pillow! Or make a nest out of his hair! It would be fine!

She wouldn't be allowed anywhere near his hair, he didn't care how cute she might be. "What? I'll put a fucking blanket down on the floor and you can nest in and make a little fort. It'll be like your own little flat, yeah? You can bring home all your little chick boyfriends but no fucking after I go to sleep because I have sensitive ears."

Ramona's chirps were mostly in the defense that as a little baby bird, she was probably not even sexually mature. And also she had no interest in fucking other chicks.

Unless she was human. And 'chicks' weren't literal. But her flapping and peeping probably didn't mean a lot to him, though she did shake her head no a few times.

"Tino!" Nathan yelled, glancing down at the bar. "You wanna take Ramona home and provide her with some tender loving care while she's a fucking baby chick? I bet she'd be every so thankful whenever she gets normal sized again!"

Ramona immediately quieted. And if little baby birds could glare, she was definitely doing so at Nathan.

Nathan didn't glare back because he was too busy laughing and finishing off his drink. "Why are you blue anyway? Wasn't your hair just pink? Shouldn't you be fucking pink or something?"

Ramona's answering chirp was noncommittal (if chirps had tone to them.) She didn't know. Like she had any control over this? If she had, would she be a bird? No. She started hopping over to the cocktail napkins, an idea formed in her head.

"Don't shit on the bar," Nathan warned but didn't stop her from doing what she doing. "That'll be gross and tiny and I'll take a picture of it and make fun of you later."

She was going to ignore that, because ew, and seized a napkin in her beak before standing on it with one tiny foot and starting to rip it up.

This seemed oddly natural.

"You're making a mess," Nathan said though he didn't sound like he cared that much. "No, stop that, such a waste of napkin, paper is precious, boo boo boo."

Yeah, he still didn't care.

And once that napkin was ripped, she got another one and began to shred it, arranging the pieces in a sort of circle with higher walls.

Oh yes. She was nesting. On the bar.

"Tino is going to be so pissed that you're giving him so much shit to clean up," Nathan told her, shaking his head and glancing down at Tino. "I don't know if I'll be able to stop him if he goes a little mental and tries to steal you later."

Well, now she was abandoning her nest for the moment and trying to nuzzle against his hand again. Because she wanted none of that. No, Tino.

"Are you not gonna clean up that mess now?" Nathan asked, flicking the shredded napkin with a finger.

No. She was going to go curl up in it, fluffing her feathers out as she did so. Look, Nathan. Now she was even fuzzier.

And Nathan was going to take another picture because he could. "So, what if I just leave you here at the bar tonight? You look pretty comfortable and you could just drink the booze if you got thirsty."

Ramona's response was to leave her nest, hop over to the edge, peer over it, give a startled peep, and then hop back to the safety of her nest.

See, Nathan? She couldn't stay here. Everything was too big and high up!

"Wuss," Nathan said, shaking his head. "Don't your wings work or something? You should be able to fly and shit like that."

She just stared at him like he was insane. Even adult chickens couldn't fly!

Well, they had wings! To Nathan, that meant they could fly. Like he gave a fuck about chickens.

"Stop undressing me with your eyes," he quipped, shaking his head. "I'm not in animals the way some people are. That's just nasty, Ramona. Just nasty."

There is a lounge!

There is a back room!

There is an OOC and I'm around!

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