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Caritas- Saturday

With Saturday's party having been a hungover success, Kitty was spending her free time behind the bar tonight trying to jot down ideas for future events. If there weren't many ways for adults to socialize here, why not create some?

It'd be easier if she could come up with things, though...

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Scott had recovered from the other night at the bar. That meant he could get trashed tonight, too, and then still be recovered in time to put together his lesson for Friday and shave.

Maybe.

In any event, he went to the bar, took a seat, and gave a friendly if world weary (shut up, it's possible) smile to the bartender. But just for a moment. Then he had to ask, "Kitty Pryde?"

Not that she looked like the Kitty Pryde in his world at all, but his Kitty completely changed her hair, height, eye color, skin tone, and accent every few months without anyone paying any attention anyway. It was probably a secondary mutation.

So when you leave the X-Men to try and have a normal life, blah blah blah, who was the one person you didn't expect to show up, save for Xavier himself?

"Oh my god. Everyone really is here," she said, but managed a smile. "Hi, Scott."

"That's what I'm discovering," Scott said. "Are you actually old enough to be tending bar? If so, you're not the Kitty from my world and I can feel better about ordering from you."

"Technically not in this state, but they don't even card in this town, so I manage the place," she explained. Made total sense. And in case that wasn't helpful, she added, "I'm nineteen?"

In two days. Shhh.

"I guess that's better than 17. But that probably means you're not from my world. So I'll have some Scotch. Probably a good idea to just leave the bottle," Scott said.

Um. "The whole bottle?"

"It's been that kind of a several months," Scott explained.

Not that he really explained anything.

She got a glass and the bottle- wow, Scott- and said, only a tinge uncomfortably, "Want to talk about it?"

That was what bartenders did. Even when X-Men leaders came into your bar, apparently.

"Jean died. She got better. Tried to kill me. I ended up here. Now I need a drink. Thanks," Scott said. "That's about all there is to say, I think."

That was Jean for you.

"Sorry," she said, meaning it. "Why'd you come here?" Maybe this place was just some weird mutant haven, except with the occasional apocalypse. As opposed to Apocalypse.

"Seemed like a good idea for some reason," Scott said. "I had no idea I'd be meeting Brotherhood members who aren't part of it in their world, or hearing about how a son I don't have became the mayor."

"Tell me about it. I've met someone new pretty much every week since I got here," she said, deliberately not asking who else he'd met. There was a part of her that wanted a little bit of plausible deniability if there were even more people than she knew about. "...No alternate universe relatives, though."

Scott lifted his glass. "Lucky you." And then he took a drink. "Aside from that kind of craziness, how are you liking it here?"

"It's not bad," she said, getting herself her own drink. Coke, thanks. "Quiet, most of the time, but I'm okay with that. I like most of the people so far."

Ugh, Emma.

"Yeah, even with knowing too many people, they're not bad," Scott said. "Except this one guy in spandex who just started pointing and laughing at me. That guy's... weird."

"That would be Deadpool."

Notice how she didn't have to ask.

"That... sounds strangely familiar," Scott said. Don't think about it too hard. It would just remind you of disappointment. "So he does that kind of thing a lot?"

"Pretty much. I don't think my brain will be the same after the last time I talked to him."

Ugh, now she was thinking about things like Captain America's groin again.

"So I guess I'm lucky that he just focuses on pointing and laughing. I'm going to consider that a win," Scott said.

It really wasn't one.

"At least till he manages words," she said, trying for a bright side? Kinda?

"Let's hope that never happens," Scott said.

Kitty held her hand up to show him her crossed fingers.

"So what are you doing here? Jobwise, I mean?"

"Teaching," Scott said. While sitting next to his bottle of Scotch. "It's either that or work for a mechanic, and there's not much use for cars around here."

Notice how good she was at not saying anything about the bottle.

"You could teach people how to soup up a rickshaw..." She still had not gotten over moving her stuff in a rickshaw. Probably never would.

"I'd rather be back with the X-Men," Scott said.

That would mean returning to the land of Ratner. Nobody wanted that.

"And sometimes you need a break." What, after Jean and all.

"We definitely agree there," Scott said. "So about your break, how exactly did you end up tending bar?"

Teacher to teacher was a lateral move, at least. Granted, Scott didn't know about her bartending before Fandom, so it was a fair question.

Kitty shrugged. "I was at school, living off campus, and needed to make rent, so one of my neighbors got me a job at his bar. When I came here and the manager was leaving... Turns out I had good timing."

"So you're managing this place?" Scott asked. "Congratulations. Looks like you ended up with a good bar."

"This definitely isn't anything permanent or anything, but I like it," she said, a little proudly. "Even if there are zombies."

Which were totally fine, Eric.

"I was wondering about those," Scott said. "They're not just costumes?"

"Nope. I even spent a day trying to tape their parts back on," she said, frowning at the stage. "I'd rather not do that."

"Wow," Scott said. "Suddenly, your job sounds a lot less glamorous."

"Hey now. I have an office," she pointed out. "Where I keep my zombie duct tape."

"If you want, I can find a random X-Man who lives here and try to order them to do the taping for you," Scott offered. "You never know. They might go for it."

"...I am not above saying yes to that," she decided.

"I'll see what I can do," Scott said.

"You know what? Maybe I don't need the whole bottle tonight." Kitty was a good bartender.

Still with the Sparks Nevada theme.

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