Caritas- Tuesday

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If you'd never had to start your evening by explaining to a zombie band in no uncertain terms that they were not allowed to play porno music tonight or ever again, then you didn't know Kitty's pain.

That said, this whole thing in general was a lot easier when she had a boyfriend, and she was being good. She was even dressed a little conservatively for the bar for her, which meant leather pants and a tank top because she still thought it was warm no matter what she did to the thermostat. She'd been unsuccessful in getting Tino to take down the sign advertising specials on dirty-themed drinks, because while she didn't want to field orders for Screaming Orgasms all night, apparently he did. Now all she had to do was get to a point in her shift where she felt okay ditching out early and going straight to Clint's house because seriously already.

Aaaand now she was distracted again, awesome.

Comments

Stage

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Where there's no bow-chicka-bow tonight, thank god.

Bar

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Where your bartender is just a little wired tonight. For some reason.

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"I'm perfectly aware if how stupid it is for me to be out during sexy weirdness but I have had a terrible day," Stiles announced when he walked into Caritas. "I need a drink."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

"You have nothing to fear from sexy weirdness from me," she assured him. Because she was good, and also because he was like her brother and that would be weird. "What do you want, and what happened?"

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

Yeah he might not have had anything to fear from her, but Stiles didn't trust himself from checking out Kitty in leather pants and a tank top, sister figure or not.

"A beer," he answered. "And there was a dead duck outside my window."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

In the amount of time it took her to get his beer and pass it over to him, Kitty decided she'd probably heard that right. "A dead duck? Like it hit the window?"

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"See that's what I thought at first," Stiles said, gratefully accepting his beer. "Until I noticed that the duck had teeth marks on it."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

Kitty stared at him. "What the hell."

On the plus side, there was absolutely nothing sexy about that?

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Right?" he was glad other people found this insane. "The Cheetos were one thing but this is nuts."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

Maybe the obvious question, but: "Wait, what about Cheetos?"

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Yesterday there was a bag of Cheetos on my window sill," he explained. "I actually ate those."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

"You ate window Cheetos?" Oh, Stiles.

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Why is everyone acting like that's weird?"

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

"Because they're window Cheetos," Kitty said, helpfully. "How do you get that and a bitten duck?"

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"I have no idea," he said. "Believe it or not this actually isn't the first time there's been a dead animal outside of me and Cade's dorm room."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

"...What are you two doing in there?"

Which probably only sounded bad because of the pollen thing.

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Nothing oh my god!" Cade was too scary to think of sexually. "The last time was Derek's fault, he gave me a dead deer to show his love for me or something when we were engaged during that weird weekend."

Stiles was saying this and yet he had not put together who could possibly be sending him dead animals and Cheetos now.

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

"...Tell me Derek's not leaving you dead ducks and snack foods."

But at least it was going to be harder to think of Derek as hot this week!

Re: Bar

[robinonadderall]

"What?" Stiles looked confused for a moment as he tried to process that. Then the look quickly evolved into horror. "Oh my god."

Re: Bar

[throughaphase]

"It can't be that, right? It's too gross." God, she hoped so, anyway.

Re: Bar

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica was still feeling a bit worked up. She couldn't explain it, but screw it, she was going to have a night out. Be with the people! Maybe make some new friends!

And then she walked into the bar, saw who was working, and decided that she really needed to be anywhere the little-dressed-older-version of Peter's ex wasn't because nothing good was over there. Nights out were overrated. She immediately walked out.

Lounge

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Get some privacy.

Back Room

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Or just throw a ton of darts in frustration.

OOC

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I hate posting on my phone.

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"Thoroughly agreeing on that last part," Kitty said. And she didn't think Stiles was any of those things but she couldn't get into that this week. "Also how is that anyone's idea of okay? I know he's not the most social of people, but."