Kitty Pryde-Barton (
throughaphase) wrote in
fandomtownies2018-10-16 09:52 am
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Caritas- Tuesday
Yesterday had been the baby shower, and Kitty was still super appreciative and loved everybody.
But she'd also done stuff yesterday and now she didn't feel like doing anything today, so she had a chair behind the bar and was slacking off under the guise of making sure things were in order in case she went into labor early.
(She'd taken care of everything a while ago. This was just pushing papers around.)
[Open, no OCD!]
But she'd also done stuff yesterday and now she didn't feel like doing anything today, so she had a chair behind the bar and was slacking off under the guise of making sure things were in order in case she went into labor early.
(She'd taken care of everything a while ago. This was just pushing papers around.)
[Open, no OCD!]

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"How are you feeling?"
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"Hey, Kitty," she said, narrowing her eyes a little bit at the bottles behind the bar, "what do you think would be the most expensive drink you have?"
She'd been thinking about this a lot since Sunday.
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She was probably that bar's best, least paying customer, really.
True, she'd paid for it in other ways, but that wasn't the point.
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You know, when people had to make conversation with Tino while pretending they weren't trying to hook up.
And there was Tino with the drink.
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"...how long do you think you'll be on leave for?"
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Not having a choice in those things was fun, really!
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Gross.
But still not as gross as just dealing with Tino.
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"Tea? Unless that's a long island, that's not what covering drinks means and don't you even think about arguing that it is."
Well. So much for the possibility she'd played with of just ignoring that last text altogether. Whoops.
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"You didn't say what kind of drink you wanted, so I took the liberty of choosing."
Bad tea. She had chosen really bad tea only to make a point, and she couldn't help smirking.
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God, that sounded like such an excuse, but it was truth, dammit.
"I'm not drinking that," she continued, because she was really on a ranting roll with this one. "I'm drinking this," she lifted her top-shelf scotch with almost a salute, "and you're paying for it. That swill's barely going to cover what it takes to put a molecule of gas in that plane.
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That was such a poor excuse, Rosa. Seivarden wasn't going to believe that.
"What did you do, drop it in a fountain?"
She looked down at the teacups, wrinkling her nose. "I think this is actually undrinkable."
Coming from someone who had been drinking pumpkin spice vodka shots because they were free. On the other hand, that expensive-looking bottle did look nice.
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Rosa was, however, going to delicately step over the part about breaking the phone, and was considering Seivarden for a moment, that face she made, the size of those cups.
"Fine," she said. "If you actually manage to drink that whole thing, I'll let it slide this time. But I mean the whole thing, even the little dregs that you so know are sitting there at the bottom of that cup."
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That bottle of scotch would be so good, of course she knew that. It was the matter of her pride though, which, granted she had occasionally failed to take into account around Rosa lately, at least when it stood against what she actually wanted.
But. If she finished that tea, terrible as it was, and then bought the bottle anyway, she would win. Rosa couldn't question that. Well, she probably would, but she'd be wrong.
So Seivarden picked up the cup and tried to down the contents as if it was a pumpkin spice vodka shot, but hadn't considered that doing that with a hot drink was a bad idea. It burnt the inside of her mouth and throat, and forced her to cough out half of it on the floor.
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"Okay. Wow."
That was one of the greatest things Rosa had been lucky enough to witness in a really long time. True, her life had been pretty boring since she got sent here, but, still. That was pretty great right now. She even knew what was about to happen before it did, like she could almost see it happening in slow motion, and it still exceeded her expectations.
"So that was amazing."
And also meant that the scotch was still in the running. Extra bonus.
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"Let's go."
She looked at Rosa, then turned around and headed towards the door. She'd pay for the bottle next time, it wasn't like they didn't know her.
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