Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

There were tubs of swollen, colourful... things in the fridges behind the bar, and from the looks he was giving her, Tino was both responsible, and wanted her to try out his handiwork. Since it was obvious she wasn't going to get any work out him until she did, she fished a bright red thing out of what smelt strongly of alcohol mixed with fake fruit.

It tasted like sugary burning.

[Open, no OCD.]