Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Well, it looked like it was one of those weekends.

Atton walked past the zombies and tossed his jacket onto the counter. "Right," he said. "Someone get me the specials board."

WELCOME TO CARITAS
FIRST ALCOHOLIC DRINK FREE
IF YOU REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE
IF YOU DON'T
TRY THE LEMONADE

"Guess this is not going to be a cocktail night."

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Comments

[biotic_psychotic]

Was she absolutely heading to the bar the second she'd tagged out of whatever she'd been tagged into? Hell. Yes.

"Make my night. Tell me Tino forgot who he is and he's not here."

Hi Atton.

[notconflicted]

In a way, Sia didn't want to get in the habit of reaching out too much, especially after last time. But she also wanted things to be okay after last time, and she really needed to deal with people who she wasn't stuck with at home.

So she was even calling for once.

[axe2grind]

The kid who walked in, (who was thinking of himself as "Nick" because he picked it out of a list of names) looked like he was having... a strange day. Or two.

"Lemonade," he said with a sigh, stumping up to the bar. He rested his head on the surface and asked, "Do you ever feel like you're in someone else's nightmare? Not even your own?"