fandomtownies | Caritas, Thursday evening (2/9)

Who have little Norwegian pine trees scent sachets hanging from their wrists and elbows.

With a rainbow of fruit and alcohol flavors!

Raven had gone out for a walk to try to gather her thoughts and found herself near Caritas. She hadn't been in the bar for some time, and since she had nothing better to do, she wandered inside.

"Jello shots?" she said, noticing the sign (frowning a little at the thought of killing the dolls, no matter how creepy they'd been).

"Booze and yummy candy flavors! That one's orange and amaretto, that one's lemon and tequila..." Kenzi pointed to a few. "Seriously yummy. The blue ones are deadly, though."

"Oh, they contain alcohol?" Raven said, peering at the colorful shots. "I do not generally drink very much as it has an affect upon my gifts."

"Your healing dealio?" Kenzi asked, picking out a red one for Raven. "Here, this one's got cinnamon schnapps. Not much of a kick, more of a nudge."

"My empathy in general," Raven said, picking up the shot and giving it a dubious look. But Kenzi had said it was just a nudge, and she did like cinnamon....

"I just shake it out into my mouth?" she said.

"Kind of a slurrrrrpy deal," Kenzi said, demonstrating with one of the orange, and looking more cheerful. "Oh wait, does that mean you can get drunk off other people?"

Raven imitated Kenzi, though a little more delicately, and slurped the red jello shot down. She barely tasted the alcohol, so surely it couldn't contain much.

Right?

"I could," she said, setting down the empty shot glass. "But I also can project and cause people around me to feel intoxicated."

"Ha! Okay, that would be funny. Could you project 'everybody drink more'?" Kenzi picked up a lime-green one with tequila, and found a purple one. "Here, vodka, you can hardly taste it."

You could definitely feel it, though.

Raven was far too trusting.

"I could project that desire, but I am usually loathe to affect the emotions of people around me without very good reason," Raven said, taking the purple shot.

"Oh, this is very grape in a strangely artificial way," she added upon slurping down the shot. Kenzi was right; she didn't taste any alcohol in it. But she was starting to feel a little warmer.

"Well, sure. Too much of that could get creeeeepy." Kenzi hummed and found a watermelon Jell-O shot, feeling pretty darn happy now. "But hey, if you *had* to. And yeah! Not just me? That stuff tastes like Grape popsicles with a side of sugar." She beamed at Raven. "You have to experiment with these things. 'Cause otherwise they don't become wiggly cubes of goodness an' just stay, stay, these little cups of liquid uck."

"What are the blue ones?" Raven said, pointing to one. She'd only had two shots, but her tolerance was low and she was already feeling Kenzi's buzz as well. "And do you have any strawberry ones? I love strawberries."

"We do!" Kenzi handed over a strawberry one that she'd mixed with melon liqueur. "It is yummmmy. The blue ones are blue curacao *and* blueberry schnapps." She stuck out her tongue. Very very blue. "They're *tingly*. So can you give somebody else your hangover?"

"I suppose that I could, but I would never do such a thing," Raven said. "That would be unkind."

She downed the strawberry shot. "Oh, I think I like that one best of all," she said happily. "But I should stop. I do not wish to become intoxicated and do something foolish."

"What kind of foolish things do you do when you're buzzzzzed?" Kenzi asked, trying to decide between lemon and cherry. Oh hey. Why choose? Sluuuurp. "Me, I sing. And want to go steal things. Not a good combo!"

"I project, as I said," Raven said, eyeing the blue shot. Tempting, so tempting, but so was another strawberry-melon one. And the lemon ones. "And I do not control my feelings as I should."

"And that's bad." Kenzi couldn't remember why. "'Cuz... um?" She started humming The Masochism Tango.

Case in point.

One more couldn't hurt. And it was blue!

"What is that song you are humming?" she asked Kenzi curiously before she downed the blue shot. "I do not recognize the tune."

"I ache for the touch of your lips, dear/
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear," Kenzi sang, then qualified it with, "Although really, I'd rather be the whip-holder. You can raise welts
Like nobody else / As we dance to the masochism tango!"

Raven stared at Kenzi, wide-eyed. "That is a terrible song," she said, aghast. Very very aghast!

"Hey, if everybody's happy, where's the bad? Some people are into that," Kenzi said sagely. "Say our love be a flame, not an ember, Say it's me that you want to dismember. Although really, I don't get that, 'cause my wires aren't installed like that." Kenzi did another shot. Wheee!

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"Love is not hurting someone," Raven insisted. Though she did know from working at 'Dite's that people bought instruments that would do just that.

"Well...perhaps a little bit," she said. "Scratching. But not whipping. Or dismembering!"

"Deeeefinitely not," Kenzi agreed, toasting her with another shot. "'Cause you can't come back from that. Kinda ends the fun. My soul is on fire / It's aflame with desire /Which is why I perspire / When we tango. I should learn tango!"

Raven decided on a lemon yellow jello shot. Just one more, really. She needed it because she was remembering being Mistress Raven during one of Fandom's odd weekends and she really didn't want to think about that.

Here, have some of her buzz as well, Kenzi.

"Perhaps someone will teach a class in dance one day," she said. "You could learn then."

"I could! I used to ballet-dance!" Kenzi went on pointe behind the bar (not that there was much difference in height), and then bounced high. "And seduuuuuce Toby that way. Muahahahaha!"

"Is Toby your boyfriend?" Raven asked after letting the yellow shot slide down her throat. Mmmm, lemony.

"Yessss," Kenzi said, swaying a little. "He gets me. And he's cuuute. And a good kisser. An' he doesn't tell me to behave, yay!" She finally reached for a blue one, eyes twinkling manically. "Are you dating anyone?" Slurp!

Raven really needed another of those strawberry shots now. She nodded vaguely, trying to hide her frown as she slurped the shot down.

"I know Toby," she said, "though I fear we have never truly met under good circumstances. I attempted to heal him when the people of Fandom were falling ill because of the corruption of the land, and later I met him again when we were both children." Only in Fandom.

"You tried to heal him? Awwww." Kenzi flopped an arm forward, trying to hug Raven. "Thank youuu! That was nice of you." Warm happy gratitude was probably splashing all over Raven right now.

Fortunately Raven liked hugs, and tipsy Raven liked them even more. She squished Kenzi in her arms. "I would heal you, too, if you were ever hurt!" she promised. Because that was so Raven.

"You're a good friend," Kenzi sing-songed, meaning it completely, and squeezing the other girl. "And I love your clooothes. Poeple don't appreciate black enough. To superpowers!" She picked up a black-cherry-and-vodka shot, and nudged one over to Raven. "To friendship!"

"I feel most comfortable in black," Raven started to say, and then, oh look, another jello shot was somehow in her hand and would be impolite to refuse it.

She raised it to tap against Kenzi's. "To superpowers and friendship," she echoed.

"Goth girls rule!" Kenzi slurped her shot and then started to sing Masochism Tango again. In Russian.

With peanuts and pretzels. But no meatballs.

With something from Food Network on.

In seminar for the next hour and a half-- back to pick up pings then.

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