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When Kitty saw the squirrel in the bar, she'd been prepared for it to try and shake her down for rum. Rum which, her supplier assured her, would be there soon, whatever "soon" meant.

Instead it just wanted to get onstage and chitter out some protest songs. Which probably would have been cuter if it was even a little on key.

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"... There's a squirrel on the stage."

Astute observation there, Mike. Thank you.

"I didn't even know squirrels could be off-key."

"Who says bars can't be an educational experience?" Kitty said. "This is his third song, too. I think. It's hard to tell with squirrels."

"Jesus." Why was he even surprised? It made no sense to be surprised. "You've been listening to him that long? I feel sorry for you, Kitty."

"At the moment it's still sort of entertaining. In another song or two, I'll probably feel differently," she told him. "What can I get you?"

"I'll just have a beer, thanks." Ah, simple pleasures. "We'll see if the squirrel singing changes that."

"At least it's better than the zombies trying to sing?" Kitty tried, getting a glass.

"Oh, it's definitely better," Mike agreed. "Rotten vocal chords do not for great music make."

"This is making me think I really need a way to get actual people with working vocal cords up there," Kitty said, passing over his drink.

"Well, I'm one," Mike offered, toasting her with his drink as soon as he had it, "but I don't know if I'm getting up on that stage."

Singing had never really been his thing.

"What if I offered free drinks?" she checked. "Help me with my marketing here. What'd get you up there?"

"Oh, I think you'd have to get me pretty fucking drunk," Mike mused, nodding. "After which I don't think it'd be much better than the squirrel. Used to spend a lot of time on stage but singing wasn't my forte."

"Really? What'd you do?" she asked, because there was no way she couldn't.

"Oh, I danced."

Look at him being all casual and drinking his beer.

Let's all be glad Kitty didn't lead with 'Me too,' especially considering how she dressed at the bar.

"Really?" asked the ballerina. "What kind?"

"Different styles," Mike said easily. "But mostly like... urban, hip hop. That kind of thing."

Notice that none of this was actually lying. And for a stripper, he had some pretty well-merited pride in his moves.

"I do that, too. Or used to," Kitty said. "It's been years since I've really put it to use."

"Oh? And why's that?"

He was betting on reasons different from his own.

Kitty shrugged. "Got busy doing other things, mainly. Didn't have a ton of spare time when I got to college. Now it's just something to do for fun," she said. "Why'd you stop?"

"Job relocated to Miami, and I decided to relocate to a different direction entirely." A decision he briefly wodnered about every damn time there was a singing squirrel or some other ridiculous crap happening. "Six years seemed like enough time doing one thing I wasn't planning on doing for the rest of my life, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know," she said, leaning in the bar. "As long as it was fun at the time, that's the important part, right?"

"Exactly," he nodded. "And it was fun." And then he grew up. "But speaking of fun, I was kind of looking into throwing another party at the house."

"Great," she smiled. "Any special reason?"

"I... was looking at recipes for jelly shots the other day?"

Come on now, did you really need a reason beyond that?

"I guess I could always pretend it's for Easter or something..."

"I think jelly shots are definitely a good enough reason," Kitty assured him. "Unless you want an excuse to have chocolate bunnies around."

She may not celebrate Easter, but she would never refuse a chocolate bunny.

"Hey, chocolate bunnies are awesome and go with every occasion," Mike told her. He didn't really celebrate, either, but chocolate was chocolate. "But so do jelly shots."

"And I've never had a jelly shot, so there's that," Kitty said.

Mike raised his eyebrows way up. "You've never had a –– how is that even possible?"

Probably by not growing up with Tampa parties like some people.

Kitty looked vaguely amused. "I didn't go to a normal high school, failed at being a typical college kid and the only times I really drink are at these parties here?"

"Okay, fair point. I didn't really go to college, but I saw a lot of parties." A lot of parties. "But y'know, clearly you can't miss out on jelly shots now. It would just be insane."

"Well, clearly," Kitty agreed. "When we're you planning on doing this?"

Not that she knew it yet, but there was a chance she'd be figuring out what to do with a hawk boyfriend that day.

"Sometime next week, 'cause I'm pretty busy this weekend, found some extra work on the mainland," Mike said, scratching the nack of his head. "Do you think people would show up Saturday next week? It's in the middle of some Easter stuff but I have no clue whether that's a factor."

It was safe to say Easter hadn't done much to break the norm back at the club in Tampa.

"I think that'd work out," she said thoughtfully. "I don't remember it being a big holiday here last year, and I don't think we hang out with a big churchgoing crowd who'll worry about hangovers on Sunday."

"I've spent so many Sundays hungover, I'm definitely not gonna starting worrying about it now." He nodded. "So, yeah, I think it'll be Saturday, then. Better than middle of the week when I'm hoping to work next week too."

"As your boss and coworker who works in the middle of the week, I appreciate that," Kitty grinned. "I'll put it on my calendar."

This would be me, almost forgetting what day it is.

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