Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had had a good weekend, but she knew how these weekends could go, so she was here to be helpful. And she didn't even know about this new thing!

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Caritas was open, and the air conditioning was on. It was necessary.


[Open, no OCD!]

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[uncertain_dume]

"I will have the hardest virgin drink you can serve. Just put a brick in a glass and beat me across the head with it," Kanan said, smiling wryly as he took a seat at the bar. "Evening, Kitty."

[throughaphase]

"I don't have a brick, will a rolll of quarters in a sock do?" she teased, starting on the drink. "Good weekend?"

[uncertain_dume]

"It wasn't actually bad?" Kanan sounded a little baffled by that, actually. "I didn't get any guests myself. Never really do."

Who would visit?

"But there were a few visitors to the island who were... interesting? I'm going to go the totally politic route and say they were interesting. Yours?"

[throughaphase]

"Mine was good. My brother-in-law came for the weekend, checking up pre-baby," she answered. "Didn't get surprised by anyone's guests from home, which is always a concern."

[uncertain_dume]

"Sounds nice," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "When I get surprised by other people's guests from home, usually it involves me trying to keep from crawling right out of my skin while they stand around being terrifying."

Why so Sithy, Fandom?

[throughaphase]

"...Do I want to know?" she asked. And here, have a drink! It was so sugary it'd be like a hangover later. And

[uncertain_dume]

"Ever have one of those weekends where an embodiment pure Darkness walks into your office, and all you can think to do is offer him tea?"

Kanan was totally reaching for that sugar, yes.

"That kind of weekend."

[throughaphase]

She had to think about it.

"No," she said slowly, and tried, "How'd the tea go over?"

[uncertain_dume]

"He liked it," Kanan sighed, "and now I'm pretty sure he's going to start writing to me."

He knocked back half that sugary mess in one go.

And then paused to look into the cup.

"I think my teeth are trying to escape." He finished it off and set it down on the bar. "I'm gonna need another one of those, please."

[died8yearsago]

"Just one beer tonight, Kitty," Rosa said, as she leaned into her usual spot at the bar that was probably going to start rubbing down into the exact shape of her hand soon, and she was already sliding her money forward, too. "I'm not sticking around for long."

[throughaphase]

"Oh? Something up?" she asked, already going to get the beer.

[died8yearsago]

"Yeah," Rosa said, and pretty much just that because no one would honestly expect her to just volunteer information like that, would they? But she did feel it necessary to add a, "Probably not what you think, though," because she knew and she was pretty sure Kitty knew how these last handful of Tuesday nights had ended up.

[throughaphase]

Kitty tilted her head, sliding the beer over. "What am I thinking?"

Rosa's narrative wasn't wrong.

[died8yearsago]

Yeah, that wasn't getting an answer beyond a look that made it clear that they both knew what she was thinking and that it didn't deserve to have its words see the light of day. And any attempt otherwise would result in Rosa disappearing to the lounge again to drink that beer and wait for Seivarden so she could do what she needed to do and then leave.

No, it didn't matter that she'd brought it up herself.

So she just asked, "Does what you're thinking involve a small adorable dog getting a pedicure?" because Kitty was literally the only person on this island she'd admit to what her actual plans were, and half of that was because she knew Kitty wouldn't blab about it to anyone else, and not just because Kitty was smart enough to know that doing so would result in becoming Rosa's new arch nemesis, and no one wanted that.

Besides, she figured Kitty was the type that could be distracted by cuteness anyway.

[throughaphase]

Kitty could be distracted by cute in this instance... because it was Rosa saying this.

"You get your dog pedicures?"

[died8yearsago]

When she needed an excuse to not stick around tonight...yes.

"Give," she corrected. "It's an annual tradition. October 2nd pedicure night."

Forget that she'd had Arlo 2 for less than a year, but she was a 2, right?

Listen, just because she was honest about what she was doing didn't necessarily mean she was about to be so truthful about why she was doing it. If that meant a new tradition was born, so be it. There could be worse things to be suckered into every year.

[throughaphase]

This was one of the weirdest things she'd heard lately, and Kitty had just spent two weeks confused over random cake.

But she'd let it go.

"You know I'm going to want pictures of the finished product, right?" she said.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not a pumpkin spice beer," Seivarden said, raising her glass as she leaned against the bar.

In case Rosa was wondering.

[died8yearsago]

"Good," said Rosa with a snort. "If it was, I was going to seriously have to start questioning a lot of things."

As if she wasn't doing that already.

Rosa downed what little had been sitting in the bottom of her bottle for a while now, set it on the counter, and slid off the stool she'd been sitting on. But she leaned on the bar a little as she said, "I actually have to get going. But I had a question for you. You still interested in going flying?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden hadn't been sure Rosa would bring it up again. "Why not," she said, taking a sip from her beer. "You still interested?"

[died8yearsago]

"Yeah." Rosa snorted a little, mostly to and for herself. "You could say that. You busy tomorrow?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden didn't even bother pretending that she was. "No," she said. "Where is this plane?"

[died8yearsago]

"You'll see," said Rosa, because she liked being vague and mysterious and bossy, and she liked it especially because she knew it would drive Seivarden up a freaking wall. "Meet me out by my bike at two."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden wasn't going to get drunk tonight.

"A beer," she said, leaning against the bar. "Without pumpkin spice."

[throughaphase]

"Yeah, the pumpkin spice seems to have been a bad decision all the way around," Kitty admitted, getting her the beer.