Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

This week wasn't entirely terrible! Sure, the black and white was super boring, but nothing was actively trying to kill them (so far) and they didn't have things like a food shortage, so this was a win!

Of course the current look of the island apparently did make Tino think he was funny, because when Kitty walked in the first thing she saw was:

SPECIALS
LAYERED DRINKS

"You're not cute," Kitty told him.


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[died8yearsago]

"I know," said Rosa, as she came into the bar, glanced at the specials board, rolled her eyes practically out of her head, and sat down, "things could still go south pretty quickly around here, but I think it's safe to say you're going to owe me some money this week. Or at least pay me back in drinks."

If she was wrong, though, and ended up being right--shut up, that totally made sense--she was going to get...a lot of money, so it was hard to feel too bad if something pretty terrible came out of the whole black and white thing.

Which wasn't even bad. Picking out clothes in the morning was somehow even easier now than ever before.

[throughaphase]

"I'm a woman of my word," Kitty assured her. "But if anything tries to eat us this week, I swear to god."

It's been a tough couple weeks here.

[died8yearsago]

"If anything tries to eat us this week," Rosa vowed, "I'll donate all the fat stacks of cash I'm going to get from the troopers so you guys can go take a nice long vacation to Disneyland or something. She's old enough to appreciate Disneyland now, right?"

[throughaphase]

"Not for a few years. But it would make up a good bit of her college fund."

Of course Kitty was one of those parents.

[newroutines]

"Whatever layered drink gets me absolutely fucking hammered the quickest, that's what I want," Mike informed Kitty as he made his way over. Pressed both his hands against the edge of the bar and heaved a great big sigh. "And keep 'em coming."

[throughaphase]

"That sounds like the end of a terrific day," Kitty said wryly as she got a glass and turned to pay very survival attention to the labels on the bottles she was grabbing.

[newroutines]

"Day," Mike repeated with a huff that wasn't actually directed at her, promise. "Try month. Island keeps fucking with my business, week in and week out."

[throughaphase]

She frowned over her shoulder at him. "Like how bad?"

[newroutines]

"Like parts of my house got flooded twice and ruined stuff that was already half ready to go." He rubbed his hand down the back of his head, and briefly looked like he was considering just faceplanting against the bar. (He didn't, though, thankfully.) "And right now I dunno if I should try making deliveries because who the fuck knows if the stuff will look right or not when I take it off the island."

[throughaphase]

"Ouch. Is there anywhere off-island you can work till- oh, right, sometimes we can't leave," she remembered, starting the pours. It would not be in the right order. It did not matter.

[newroutines]

It was all going to be gray and alcoholic anyway. It did not matter.

"Yeah," he said, settling his hand back down against the bar. "So that's why tonight, I'm pushing all of that bullshit out of my mind along with, like, everything else. And then tomorrow I'll also take a break from it, 'cause I'll be too busy puking and maybe crying, and also begging my girlfriend to take pity on me and bring me some gray Mooby's."

[throughaphase]

"On the plus side, the Mooby's will not look any different," Kitty teased.

[newroutines]

Yeah, okay, he was going to laugh at that a little bit.

"I mean, the packaging will? But that can't trigger more of a headache in black and white, so that's only a positive side effect."

[throughaphase]

"I'm going to be so glad when we get back to normal," Kitty said, finishing the drink with a flourish and sliding it over.

Enjoy your slightly varied layers of gray!