Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

After radio, Kitty had gone to the bar, and proceeded to do some gardening. The back room was covered in jungle foliage, and not that anyone went in there much but she wants to make sure there weren't any nasty surprises. The rest of the place just looked on theme. That included Tino, who Kitty was trying to ignore thanks to the fact that he thought wearing a loincloth to work was a good idea.

At least right up until she saw him trying to cue up the music by trying to get a small pterodactyl to put its beak on the record player he'd set up.

And then she'd had to get a pterodactyl out of the bar.

WELCOME TO CARITAS
NO DINOSAURS CAN EAT/MAIM YOU IN HERE
TRUST ME ON THIS


[Did I reach trying to make this post happen? Yep! No regrets. Open!]

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[uncertain_dume]

It wasn't every day Kanan brought his dog to the bar. Bars, after all, were not for dogs. They were for people. People who wanted to drink. And... okay, Kanan was not a people who wanted to drink, but his dog wasn't exactly a dog today, either. It balanced out.

And so it was Stance who barreled up to the bar today first, giving a spirited attempt at a bark that still sounded more like a bird-cough, tail wagging behind him as best as he could manage. If there was any question who the rainbow-spotted deinonychus belonged to, Kanan was ambling up to the bar not far behind, grinning a little.

"By popular request," he greeted. "One dogosau-- what the hell is Tino wearing?"

[throughaphase]

"Don't look, you'll have nightmares," Kitty said quickly. "Oh my god, Stance."

[uncertain_dume]

"Too late," Kanan muttered. "Space, would someone throw a tablecloth over him or something?"

There was no saving you now, Kanan.

Stance was doing that thing! Where he! Was jumping up! Trying to see! Kitty! Over the bar!

Standing up on his hindpaws would have worked so much better if he had forepaws, too. But he just had stubby little theropod arms, which he couldn't reach up very well with. So! Jumping!

[throughaphase]

Kitty solved the latter problem by walking through the bar o she could give Stance the appropriate pets.

"I'm trying to just make him hide in the stockroom but to be fair, it is kind of covered in vines right now."

[uncertain_dume]

"It would be wrong of me to just shove him in there and lock the door behind him, right?"

Kanan had to check.

Stance, meanwhile, was going to just keep on wagging that butt of his - that tail was probably a safety risk to the knees of innocent bystanders - and nuzzle his face all up against Kitty's hands.

[throughaphase]

"Hey, he's why some poor pterodactyl got bamfed out of the bar, push him in," Kitty said. "You might have to do some weed whacking first, though."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan considered that for all of .005 seconds before he reached to pull the two pieces of his lightsaber from his belt.

For the greater good, and all that.

"Keep an eye on my dog? This won't take more than ten seconds anyway."

Plasma weapons were great for that.

[throughaphase]

"Your weirdly adorable dog is in great hands," Kitty assured him. "Aren't you, boy?"

[uncertain_dume]

Stance barked! Sort of!

Kanan just chuckled, screwing the lightsaber parts together on his way to the storage room, disappearing into it and closing the door behind him.

What a man did with his lightsaber was between him and the vines, apparently, though when he came out of the room again about a minute later, his lightsaber was in pieces on his belt again, and he had a good bundle of vines with seared ends slung over one shoulder.

"Should I just throw these in the trash, or do you have any use for any of this?"

[throughaphase]

"Definitely trash. There's a bunch more out back," she said, offering to take them.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan shrugged the vines down from his shoulder into a neat little bundle in his arms, which he held out for Kitty to take.

"And while you do that, you can have plausible deniability while I stuff your bartender into the supply room," he said, smirking a little.

For the good of everyone.

[throughaphase]

"You have fun with that thing I proudly support you doing," Kitty said, taking the vines and heading out back to toss them out.

There was no fumbling with full arms and door handles because doors were of course for other people.

[uncertain_dume]

"You heard the woman, Tino," Kanan announced, dusting his hands off and making his way over to the loincloth atrocity and the man who thought it would be a good idea to go out in public wearing it. "Make this easier on yourself, just head into the supply room peacefully, would you?"

Don't make him tell you how much you wanted to go in there, bud.

[died8yearsago]

Yeah, Rosa was definitely going to need to get her drink on after the last few days she'd had, and when she got to the bar, she took one look at Tino, was filled with regret, and then took a pointed look at the sign before focusing with determination on Kitty.

"Can dinosaurs eat or maim Tino in here?" she asked, followed by a very sincere, almost desperate, "Please?"

[throughaphase]

"Supposedly it's all that's in his closet right now."

Which, given radio, she could buy. But she also wondered if he'd already had this and was just seizing the opportunity.

[died8yearsago]

Yeah, even if she'd already listened to radio for the week, Rosa wasn't buying that for a second.

"Everything in my closet's fine," she said. "I'd like to make a donation."

[throughaphase]

"Please do, or the bartenders the rest of the week will also have to deal with this."

And no.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa nodded, now filled with a heroic purpose for the betterment of the whole community. "Have an old fashioned ready for me when I get back," she said, very pointedly diverting her eyes as she went and headed right back out the door.

She returned not long afterwards, this time with one hand lifted to better shield her eyes, as she was convinced on the way out that simply not looking wasn't good enough, and then dropped two sets of standard issue NYPD sweatpants and sweatshirts, one gray, one navy, onto the counter.

Two sets, Tino. In case something 'happened' to one of them.

And if something happened to both sets, then clearly he was just an asshole. But they did already know that, didn't they?

"And you can keep them," she added, shoving the sweats down the bar a little in Tino's general direction.

She did not want them back.

[throughaphase]

And yes, the drink was waiting when Rosa got back, and Kitty pushed one towards her.

"The island owes you a debt."

[died8yearsago]

"My motivations are entirely selfish," Rosa reminded her, pulling the drink closer, "but if the island wants to pay that debt off in booze, I'm not saying no."

[throughaphase]

"It's just, Ive seen so much more of Tino than I ever want to see," Kitty sighed.

[died8yearsago]

"Some scars will never heal," Rosa warned her, "but I'll get you a drink for yourself if you think it'll help."

[throughaphase]

"You want to play bartender?" Kitty checked.

[died8yearsago]

"Well, I was just thinking of buying you one," Rosa admitted with a faint smirk, "but I could sling a few drinks, sure. Could be a nice change of pace for you. Get you on this side of the bar so we can remove you directly from the location of your trauma, even if it's just for a little bit."

[throughaphase]

"I kind of want to see it, as long as you know that my tolerance is non-existent and I do need to work," Kitty said.