Caritas | Wednesday

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It might have been colder than a witch's tit outside but that wasn't gonna stop Nathan from eating an ice cream cone behind the bar tonight. Look, he'd nicked it from a shop on the mainland (it'd been the easiest thing to grab and he'd been fucking hungry) and he wasn't gonna let it go to waste. Sure, it wasn't his favorite but what the hell, it'd been free.

Tino was giving him a look that Nathan had dubbed the 'I'm Tino and I suck' look. In reality, Tino was just probably nauseous because Nathan was sprinkling rum onto the ice cream every so often. It was a delicacy okay!

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Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Cockroaches don't need us to defend them," Britta said. "They're badasses and will probably be the only thing to outlive us once the hole in the o-zone burns us all up or cellular phones turn us all into nuclear freaks. But, no, I'm not a member of PETA, though I am a vegetarian."

Wearing a leather jacket. She frowned, though, in thought. Maybe she should join PETA. It might make for good cred. "You have to at least admire their message. Animals are people, too."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Animals are fucking meat," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. "If they were people, they'd be people who wore shoes and pants and fucking leather coats like you're doing."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Ah, not all people have shoes," Britta pointed out quickly, seeing a trump card and taking it. "I was just talking to a girl last week who didn't have any shoes. Shoes don't make people people."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"So, what kinda shoes are you wearing?" Nathan asked, wanting to trump her trump card.

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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Britta wanted to say she wasn't wearing any, either, but it was cold out and she was kind of short, so boots with heels were important. She shifted a little in her seat, trying to fight her amusement, and trying to regain her composure as an important figure of defiance and equality.

"No shoes, cheap shoes, fancy shoes," she said. "It shouldn't matter what shoes a person has."

But she did like her boots (http://www.etsy.com/listing/90558254/vintage-90s-classy-leather-boots-with?ref=sr_gallery_26&sref=&ga_includes[0]=tags&ga_search_query=90s+boots&ga_search_type=all&ga_facet=) and so she carefully got a hold on the bar so she could lean back and kick up a foot briefly enough to show him. "But not bad, huh?"

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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They weren't bad at all and they definitely looked good on her but hey, if she wanted to trump him, he was gonna trump her, if he could.

"And I bet you could have bought dinner for about five hundred kids in one of those rundown countries for the price of them boots," Nathan pointed out.

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Nuh uh," said Britta proudly. "I got them at a thrift store. Gently used."

Ugh, good thing she wasn't wearing the expensive pair her parents got her for her sixteenth birthday or something! She sure dodge a bullet on that one.

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Yeah, so?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't think you could have bought a few packets of noodles with your thrift store boots? The starving kids with flies as decoration would eat your fucking toothpaste if they had to."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Fine, then," said Britta, "I'll just have to make an extra donation of noodles and toothpaste when the Anarchist Philanthropists club does its food drive. And I'll even throw in some shoes."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"You're such a saint," Nathan said, taking a long draw from his bottle. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "And if you did that, do you think those kids are gonna fucking deify you or something? They'll just want more and more and more."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"Diefy me?" asked Britta. "I hope not. Religion is as big a scam as capitalism. I just want to do some good, you know? If I hadn't been sent here, I was going to go into the Peace Corp, travel the world, see what it's really like for them. You can't truly help someone unless you've walked a mile in their shoes...or walked a mile in bare feet since they haven't got shoes."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"You're making yourself sound like a pompous twat," Nathan said eloquently. Or not. "Like seriously, you're hot and all but what is this word vomit coming out of your mouth?"

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"It is not being a pompous twat to want to help people," Britta insisted with a scoff. "It's being a pompous twat to not help people."

She didn't seem to bothered, though. In fact, she seemed to be preening a little. Because he said she was hot. Ha!

Re: The Bar [Caritas 01/18]

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"And what about those people that just can't help people?" Nathan wondered, raising an eyebrow. "What about those people that just don't have the means? You gonna look down on them?"