Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

This whole pregnancy thing hadn't been so bad so far. Sometimes annoying, but nothing Kitty couldn't deal with. And then it decided to be stupidly hot, right around the time everything started swelling up, and she was just pretty miserable.

So the bar was an icebox today. The zombies were selling sweatshirts at the merch table if you wanted one. And Kitty was sitting in a chair behind the bar and she wasn't moving and she'd take your order and talk to you but Tino was making all your drinks tonight or he was fired.

Happy Tuesday!


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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had given up on anything food-related that Hannibal arranged, so getting drunk at Caritas seemed like a good choice. She slipped on to a barstool.

"So, I've tried whiskey and tequila, what should I try next?"

[throughaphase]

Oh no, she had to think.

"Have you tried vodka?" Okay, she didn't have to think too hard.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I haven't," Seivarden said. "I'll have a glass... shot... however you order them."

[throughaphase]

Kitty gestured for Tino to start getting it together. "Want it mixed with anything?" she asked

[1000yearstoolate]

"Probably not, Seivarden said, then wavered. "Unless you recommend something."

She'd drink anything, including umbrella cocktails.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan looked only sort of like he was going to sweat himself to death today, having left his armor at home and finally given in to pull on a short-sleeved button-down shirt - yes, in green - that he might or might not have bought well over a year ago, when Dr. Lecter had gotten on his case about his wardrobe.

... He was still wearing the knee-high leather boots, though, because some things just couldn't be messed with.

"I think I liked the island better in the winter," he informed Kitty as he kind of oozed onto a barstool. "Props on the air conditioning, though. I might stay here longer than usual tonight."

[throughaphase]

"Do it. I think I'm going to sleep on the couch in my office till it's not gross." She would not. And she didn't even live far. She just needed to complain.

"Tino, make the man his drink."

[uncertain_dume]

"Good man, Tino," Kanan called, too. Because anyone making him a drink right now was basically the best. "I almost decided to stick around Luke's on Sunday, just to occasionally step into the freezer," he added, looking back to Kitty. "Who the hell ever authorized weather like this needs a good smack to the side of the head."

Stupid non-weather-controlled worlds. Stupid heat.

[throughaphase]

"Normally I don't mind it. Chicago can be insane in the summer, that's fine," she said. "This year I want to just eat popsicles in an ice bath and never let anything warm touch me ever again."

She was being slightly dramatic today.

[uncertain_dume]

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea, either," Kanan admitted, and then sighed and rolled his eyes. "Apparently I need a wardrobe update. A friend of mine spotted me in the park wearing my usual on Friday and nearly blew a blood vessel."

It was so weird wearing something with buttons on it right now.

So weird.

[died8yearsago]

You knew it was too damn hot when even Rosa was eschewing her leather jacket. But she took about two steps into the bar that evening, stopped, unceremoniously walked right out, and then returned ten minutes later shrugging a jacket back on and letting out the sort of sigh that could only be accomplished when all the right pieces fit into place.

And then over to Kitty, very pointedly ignoring anyone else who may be in the bar...for now.

"So," she said, leaning on the counter, "who's taking bets on how many dingbats blow something off tomorrow?"

It was honestly her favorite Fourth of July tradition.

[throughaphase]

"Seven," Kitty said, and shrugged. "Is that a good number, bad number?"

[died8yearsago]

"Depends," said Rosa. "Follow-up question: does that number include the troopers and Tino?"

[throughaphase]

Kitty nodded. "Yes that sounds good."

Tino was frowning.

[died8yearsago]

"Then it's way too low," Rosa said. "Seven only covers a handful of troopers. And Tino. I'm putting down at least a dozen."

She darted her eyes toward Tino.

"Baker's dozen."

[reicicled]

Bobby didn't drop by Caritas often, but something drew him in today. Maybe it was the fact that this was Professor K's regular day. Maybe he somehow subconsciously knew it was icebox-temperature in here.

Either way, here he was.

"Wow, it's like... actually decent in here." A beat. "Temperature wise, I mean." Because he didn't want to accidentally insult Kitty's place of work, oh my god.

[throughaphase]

"Nice save," Kitty told him. "If you'd like to make it colder, that's totally okay. Welcomed, even."

[reicicled]

And that was all the invitation he needed.

Sorry, anyone who didn't actually want it any colder! Because the temperature was going to drop another few degrees.

"I miss winter," Bobby complained, flopping in to a seat.

[throughaphase]

"You're the best," she said gratefully. And she might've agreed about missing winter, except last winter had been rough, too. "What can I get you?"

[reicicled]

"I dunno, a Coke, I guess?" Bobby shrugged. Sure, he could've ordered something alcoholic, and maybe he might have... had it been literally anyone but Kitty behind the bar. Not that she would necessarily care? But he would.

[so_hawkward]

Clint was willing to do a lot for Kitty right now, but if he froze to death that wouldn't help her very much, so he grabbed a jacket before coming over to the bar and ordering a beer from Tino. "Hello beautiful, how's the night going?" Yeah, he was starting right off with a compliment, he'd been trained well.

[throughaphase]

"Do you think you want more kids after this? Because if so we're going to need to limit the months where we can have sex so we can guarantee like an April birthday."

So that's where Kitty was.

[so_hawkward]

"Summer is that bad, huh?" Clint said. "Honestly, I'm overjoyed at just the thought of one kid, I can't imagine making you go through this again."

[throughaphase]

"You're sweet and I love you," she said. "I think if it wasn't insane outside it'd be easier. But I already had to take my ring off because I was scared of being one of those people that needs to get it cut off with this weather on top of the normal stuff, also I don't want to move."

[so_hawkward]

“Is there anything I can do for you? Move stuff? Shoulder rub?” Clint offered.