Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It seemed like a lot of Kitty's time right now was being spent being poked and prodded and scheduled for tests, which she didn't mind so much. But there was one she had to head home to do, and it was the one that made her nervous.

Coming up on it, she was looking for distractions. This meant that she had organized all the liquors by color and the glassware by ascending size and please stop her before she organizes again.


[Open, no OCD!]

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[died8yearsago]

If Rosa Diaz with a big blonde perm wasn't a good enough of a distraction, then it was a lost cause.

And that's exactly what she was getting, Rosa Diaz with a big blonde perm, leaning on the bar as she ordered a beer.

[throughaphase]

"Hey," Kitty said, going to get the beer while not taking her eyes off the hair. "What's new?"

[died8yearsago]

Rosa saw where Kitty's eyes were locked and fought the urge to explain it off immediately.

"Not much, just another Tuesday."

She could also totally not talk about it, too. Or at least try.

[throughaphase]

"Sure." She slid the drink over, eyes still on the hair. "No big changes or anything lately?"

[died8yearsago]

"Nope," Rosa took a good first swig of that beer, to better hide the faint twitch, that first sign of breaking down. "Nothing I can think of. You?"

[throughaphase]

"Rosa, you seem to be blonde."

Seemed to be.

[died8yearsago]

Sigh. Rosa set down her beer.

"I had an undercover job back home," she explained. "Three hours I was in that salon chair before I could get her to spill what we needed. And every place between here and Brooklyn says its too fried and overworked to fix without just buzzing it all off." She sucked in a breath. "But you know what? This blonde saved lives and put a mob boss behind bars, so I think maybe I'll keep it."

...for a week, anyway. If it wasn't salvageable after a week, then looks like she had a date with a razor.

[throughaphase]

"It's not bad. Just different," Kitty said quickly, and added, "Akso." And held up her hand for a high five.

[died8yearsago]

"You're a terrible liar," Rosa said. "I have a mirror. I know how it looks."

But she'll gladly take that high five.

"Guy's been terrorizing our precinct for months. Felt real good finally shutting him down."

For now.

[throughaphase]

"Seriously, that's awesome," Kitty said. "One less perp walking the streets."

No, Kitty.