Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The zombies were being normal today, the bar had a new employee, and there was a shipment of pumpkin spice vodka that... was not ordered by Kitty, abd now they had to get rid of it.

SPECIALS
FREE PUMPKIN SPICE VODKA SHOTS

Oh, and a website Kitty was following for advice had said she should start getting her hospital bag ready in case the baby care early and It was fine everything was fine here.


[Open, no OCD!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Tuesdays at Caritas had quickly become a habit for some reason. Seivarden arrived early, telling herself she didn't have anything better to do, and leaned against the bar.

"Oh, they're back," she said, not looking in the direction of the zombies. "What's pumpkin spice vodka?"

[throughaphase]

"There are flavored vodkas of all kinds, and this is..." She considered. "I don't know if it tastes like pumpkin as much as the spices. Want to try it?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden considered this for a moment, then said:

"Why not?"

[throughaphase]

"Thank you," Kitty said, grabbing a glass and pouring a shot before sliding it over. "Let me know what you think."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa, coming in that evening with the distinct dedication to glare at anyone who even seemed to be thinking about asking about the four neat little scratches across her left cheek, very quickly found something else to glare at, and that would be tonight's special.

She was going to look so disappointed in you, Kitty.

"Why would you even do that?"

[throughaphase]

"I want to get rid of it so I'm literally giving it away. Want some pumpkin spice shots?"

Would that help with the disappointment...

[died8yearsago]

On the one hand, free booze.

On the other hand...

"No," Rosa said firmly.

But then again...

"Maybe," her brow furrowed. "How bad is it?"

As if the super-pregnant woman would know.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden, who didn't always make good decisions, turned to Rosa, a pumpkin spice vodka shot in her hand.

"What happened to your face?"

[died8yearsago]

There was a whole lot of not-good decisions going on right at that moment, there, yeah.

"Nothing." The response was practically automatic, more of a impulse reaction than anything else. "What happened to yours?"

But there was a slight, minuscule wince afterwards. She'd heard it; she knew how it sounded. She almost kind of regretted it.

[uncertain_dume]

"Kitty, hey," Kanan said, grinning as he made his way over to the bar. "What's my favorite bartender up to tonight?"

[throughaphase]

"Having a crisis, and also feeling vaguely nauseated by the smell of pumpkin spice and vodka," she admitted. "How are you?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I have neither of these problems, but I do have several gummy bears at home the size of my forearm," he offered. "What kind of crisis? Anything I can help with?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

It was weird, Summer wasn't too big on the bar scene yet or anything; she knew she definitely wanted to be and figured she should be, but that didn't explain why she was feeling a strange compulsion that evening to hit up Caritas. Maybe because she knew she wouldn't have to be in the store tomorrow except to check in on Jughead's first day? Maybe she was just bored?

Maybe she just didn't have enough self-awareness to recognize a siren's call when it was staring her straight in the face.

But it was probably pretty clear to most when she came in, got a look at the specials board and immediately when, "Oooh!"

"Those are five of some of my favorite words all put together on that special!" she informed Kitty with bright approval when she got to the bar.

You see what you've done now, Kitty? Do you see it???

[throughaphase]

Sorry not sorry.

"I take it that means you want the special?" she asked.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yes, please!" Summer chirped, beaming, and then followed it up with a very important question: "Is there a limit?"

[uncertain_dume]

Oh no, here came trouble.

"... You're going to need to be carried home tonight, aren't you?"

Hello, Summer.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah, probably."

What up, BDG?

Summer met him with a wistful little grin that carried not nearly enough shame for what was about to happen tonight.

"Or," she added after a moment, with a very distinct effort not to notice some of the other patrons in the bar tonight, "possibly let me crash at your place, that should also be an option."

She one-hundred percent did not want to be drunk and hungover on pumpkin spice vodka shots and have to deal with that whole business again if she could help it.

[newroutines]

"Oooh, gimme."

Mike's day clearly needed at least one pumpkin spice vodka shot. Desperately. So good thing he picked tonight of all nights to show up when it wasn't his shift, right?

[throughaphase]

"I'm actually going to admit surprise that these are as popular as they are, aside from the free part," Kitty said, smiling as she got a shot glass.

[newroutines]

"Oh, I think you're forgetting another crucial part," Mike said solemnly. "Think it's the combo of free and vodka that's bringing all the thirsty folks in."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan's eyes watered a little when he stepped through the door. Pumpkin spice.. booze fumes. That sure was a something, alright.

He ignored Seivarden completely, did a 'sup' chin at Kanan, and took a seat at the bar.

"Hey, Kitty. Can I get one of the non-alcoholic lemon shandy things, please?"

[uncertain_dume]

Oop, manly 'sup' chin. Kanan was going to have to return that nod with one of his own, and then lift his drink in greeting.

It was not the horrifying sugar bomb that Atton had concocted for him the other weekend, the world would be relieved to know.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan eyed the drink anyway. "That looks like less than solid sugar. You taking a break?"

[throughaphase]

"Sure," she said, grabbing the stuff to make it. "How're you doing tonight?"

[spectre_alenko]

"I'm doing ok," Kaidan said, "How're you?"