Caritas; Wednesday [02/13].

[not_a_bird]

Eventually, there would be a sign up on the stage that would announce Sweet Dee's plans for getting a Wednesday Open Mic Comedy Night thing going. Eventually. Because Sweet Dee, armed with posterboard and some markers behind the bar, was having a little trouble with it. It all started out great, nice clean letters, big, legible, perfectly spaced...until she realized she hadn't spaced them out well at all and so half the word had maybe three inches to fit into by the time she got toward the edge of the posterboard.

"Goddammit!"

So she had to scrap that sign, start another one. Being careful with her spacing. Running into the same problem again, despite her best efforts.

"Son of a bitch!"

And that's when Tino started to chime in, telling her to measure them out, to maybe try tracing them first, and that was not helping. "Uh, yeah, thanks, Tino, that's what I've been doing, goddammit. I got this. Thanks."

She did not have it, and after another failed attempted, Tino had more unsolicited advice to offer.

"Goddammit, Tino! I will shove this marker straight up your goddaamn nose. Why don't you just go work on some of those real super cool barticks of yours, huh?"

Followed by a shake of her head, a return to work, and, a few seconds later, a shatter of glass.

"With plastic!"

Caritas is open!