Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Throughout this whole thing so far, Kitty had mostly felt okay, which was why it felt like her body was outright betraying her by making her feel terrible on the day she worked at night. She’d hoped at first that it’d be a quiet night and she could go home early, then reminded herself that babies were expensive and she liked tips.

Was she also wearing a lower-cut top than normal to remind herself that even though she felt gross and nothing fit already, at least she liked her rack for the first time ever? Yeah, she was. Don’t judge.

KEEP ME COMPANY


[Open, no OCD!]

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[died8yearsago]

Hey, Rosa wouldn't judge, as long as Kitty didn't judge the fact that Rosa was going to enjoy the view.

"Get me your cheapest whiskey in your closest glass," she said when she sidled up to the bar, giving a brief glance at her phone before tucking it away in her back pocket for the moment.

[throughaphase]

Go ahead and look! Years of being surrounded by DDs in spandex meant Kitty was kinda just happy to be able to show off.

“Bad day?” she asked, reaching for both the whiskey and glass.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa shrugged. "Pretty decent, actually."

It just sounded good. And there was a distinct lack of cats in trees today, so...definitely on an upward swing.

She nodded to the KEEP ME COMPANY. "Slow day?"

Not that it ever seemed busy in here to begin with.

[throughaphase]

Kitty shrugged as she poured. “Kind of a blah day in general. If I’m going to be at work, I’d rather have people around than be bored and focusing on the blah.”

And there was the drink.

[died8yearsago]

"Thanks," Rosa said, lifting the glass in salute. "And that is the exact opposite of what I'd want on a blah day," she observed. "Especially at work."

[throughaphase]

“If I start doing the opposite I’ll never get anything done,” Kitty admitted. “I’d just get whinier, my husband would divorce me, everything would be terrible. And I wouldn’t get tips.”

[died8yearsago]

"And that'd be tragic," Rosa nodded, taking another sip, before her phone in her pocket buzzed, distracting her. She shifted, pulling it back out, grunting a little after she looked at the screen. And promptly swiped her finger toward the left across her screen. And swipe. Swipe...Ugh, definitely swipe.

Yeah, Rosa and good company weren't usually phrases that went together well even when she wasn't distracted.

[throughaphase]

“Anything interesting?” Kitty asked. Because of course she was going to ask.

[died8yearsago]

"No," Rose said, a little petulantly. "This dating app is garbage. All my matches are total just bad. Weird." Swipe. "Lame." Swipe. "Gross, dumb, freak, loser." Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe. "Perv, toothy, mouthy." Swiiiiiipe.

"Ugh." That was when she turned her phone off vibrate and slipped it back into her pocket. "I should just delete it until I'm really desperate."

[throughaphase]

“What happened to the girlfriend?” Kitty asked slowly, not wanting to step on a mine there, but...

[died8yearsago]

There were rarely mines when it came to Rosa and her relationships. More like molehills.

"The what?" she asked. "Oh, right, her. Nah, we broke up."

Okay, anthills.

Rosa shook her head in mild distaste. "She ate too much soup."

[throughaphase]

Kitty tilted her head. “I’m sorry, did you say too much soup?”

[died8yearsago]

"Yeah," said Rosa, between sips. "It happened twice."

Clearly, the woman was a maniac.

[throughaphase]

Kitty had so many questions. So many.

But she went with, “What a monster. You’re lucky you got away.”

[died8yearsago]

Rosa snorted a laugh. "She wasn't even sick," she added, just for good measure, before shaking her head again.

"I dunno, some of us just aren't built for relationships," she said, to the pregnant married woman. "Some of us are just built to bone until we're too old to bone anymore."

She...did not sound too terribly torn up about that fate, no.

[throughaphase]

“And that’s totally cool,” Kitty said. She’d even tended a little towards serial dating so she wasn’t speaking from experience, but that wasn’t the point. “Though I’m not sure you necessarily have to ever get too old to bone.”

Again, no speaking from experience.