Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

There had beeen an idea flared around a couple times over like a year, and now that there wasn’t anything blowing up back home and people were back from the trip, maybe it was time. So there was a sign on the front door that would also be put up around town:

PARTY FRIDAY @ CARITAS

IMMORTALIZE YOURSELF IN DRINK FORM

Buy a drink to make, name it after yourself (or someone else).
If it’s not totally disgusting and we put it on the menu,
the named party gets it on the house for life!

It was kind of a financial gamble, but Kitty was preeeeetty sure? no one was going to be coming in and ordering themselves to drink daily.

Preeeeeetty sure.

Anyway, she was around and ordering supplies from behind the bar because she figured they’d be needed.


[Open, no OCD!]

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[died8yearsago]

A sign like that on her way home...right across the street from the bar...was hard to ignore.

"So, if I got a Maker's and Coke with exactly six ice cubes in it and we called it a Diaz, would that count?"

[throughaphase]

“If you could explain the reason why it should be called a Diaz,” Kitty decided. “”’It’s what I like to drink’ is cheating and will not be counted.”

[died8yearsago]

The corner of Rosa's mouth twitched. "It's the six ice cubes," she offered. "Makes it different. Throw in a splash of lime. Old family recipe."

Except that she just made it up, but, you know...

[throughaphase]

“We may have to let the people decide this one,” Kitty said. Because that was bullshit, but in a way that she respected. “Does that mean you’re coming Friday?”

[died8yearsago]

Well...that seemed fair. The people might be able to be threatened convinced.. Rosa'd threatened convinced people on less important things before.

"Friday?" Her brows knitted. "What going on Friday?"

[throughaphase]

“The drink-making party,” Kitty said, nodding to the sign.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa narrowed her eyes at Kitty for a moment, turned back and read the sign, and realized that "make a drink" and "on the house for life" was really the only part of it that she'd paid any attention to.

You know, the important stuff.

"Huh," she said. "Guess it does say that." Then she shrugged. "Sure, yeah, I'll be there."

Potential free drinks for life seemed a fair price to delay her plans to get stupid drunk in New York for St. Patrick's that weekend.

"For now, though, I'll take one of those Diazes."

See? Just rolled right off the tongue.

[throughaphase]

“You mean a Maker’s and Coke with exactly six ice cubes,” Kitty said, grabbing a glass. “So how’s it going? Settling in?”

[died8yearsago]

"And a splash of lime," Rosa reminded her. Because that was...important, for her somewhat half-assed plan of claiming it was her heritage and that anyone arguing otherwise was just being a bigot. Because that was a great way to win people over.

"I guess I kinda am," she answered, scowling a little as she did. "Unfortunately."

[throughaphase]

“Some people would consider that a good thing,” Kitty noted. “Or at least a helpful thing.”

[died8yearsago]

Rosa shook her head. "I don't like that word," she said, repeating it in a way that made her face scrunch with distaste. "Settling. Especially in a place where I talk to squirrels more than I do people..."

And it had to be bad if Rosa Diaz was actually wanting to talk to more people...

[throughaphase]

“Okay, point,” Kitty allowed, making sure Rosa see that she was remembering the lime. “If you’re going to, um, adjust to a new setting though, it’s not a bad place. Just quiet.”

She paused. “Quiet alternating with crazy.”

[died8yearsago]

"I don't like quiet, either," Rosa said, but after a long, sullen moment, she added, "But I guess it's not as bad as prison."

...marginally.

[throughaphase]

“I feel like that’d be a different quiet,” Kitty said, sliding over her drink. “Was prison a thing?”

[died8yearsago]

And that drink arrived just in time.

"Prison," Rosa said, "was a set-up."

[throughaphase]

“Sorry,” Kitty said, frowning. “I’m assuming that got figured out?”

It was either that, or parole. Or escape.

Okay it could be a few things.

[died8yearsago]

"It got figured out," Rosa agreed with a nod, after a long sip. "Got a good team behind me back home. They weren't going to let that shit fly."

Another drink, and a faint grunt. "Hopefully, they won't let this fly, either. I got few nerds," a term used lovingly, "looking into it."

Still, this just made that feeling that had been creeping into her gut a little more potent. Hawkins being behind this would actually make sense, in a weird way.

[throughaphase]

“...Do I want to know how you ended up here?” Kitty asked.

[died8yearsago]

"I don't even know how," Rosa said, "but I'd sure as hell like to find out. I just got transfer papers one day."