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Caritas- Tuesday

Kitty walked in to work today and found the zombies holding picket signs on the stage.

"Oh, right, still gotta solve that," she said, and ended up at a table with them and Tino, much like she had with Steve and the squirrels last week, and tried to get their demands.

Apparently what they wanted was a reality show and better duct tape for when their limbs flew off. Kitty... didn't know what to do with either of those things, so the band was back onstage with signs while she was behind the bar, trying to Google how to get someone a reality show when the zombie moment in Hollywood had kinda faded.

~~Lexi was asleep at home.~~

[Idk. Open!]

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And it was a Tuesday after A Weekend, and so there was only one of two places Rosa could possibly be: either as far away from this island as she could possibly get....or at her usual stool at the bar at Caritas.

This time around, the bar at Caritas won out. By a hair.

Possibly because Rosa figured there was a marginally better chance of getting her request filled here than any other random bar.

"Can you just...put...all the alcohol in a trough and I'll just....stick my face in it?"

Kitty did the radio for Mondays. Rosa figured this request would not at all come as a surprise.

Yeah, she'd figured this would be how things went if Rosa cane in.

"I don't have a trough," Kitty said sympathetically. "I do have a fishbowl."

"Sold," said Rosa, without hesitation. "Make it two."

A pause.

"Possibly three. And a glass of water, because, apparently, I need to stay hydrated."

"How about we start with one and work our way up?" Kitty suggested.

It always felt slightly ridiculous to pull a fishbowl out from behind the bar.

"Anything in particular you want, or should I use tequila and maybe throw in a mixer?"

Rosa shook her head a little. "If it's alcohol, I'll drink it," she said. "But tequila's never a bad place to start."

Tequila was always a bad place to start, Rosa.

But that was also the point.

"Coming right up," she sad, though this would probably be more like a Long Island, because that was slightly better than a fishbowl full of tequila.

Slightly.

"You going to be okay?"

She wouldn't ask and more than that, but she had to check.

"I'll be fine," said Rosa.

And did you honestly expect an answer other than that, Kitty?

But, she did at least add something suspiciously like a sigh, shaking her head. "I knew those few normal weeks were going to really just build us up toward something particularly dumb..."

"That's the life cycle of Fandom," Kitty said. "On the plus side, probably next up something will invade and you can take it out on them."

There was a pause.

"Okay, but," she said, "I hope you know that I'm taking that as permission to punch a few guests this weekend."

Parents Weekend was an invasion, you just try and tell her otherwise!

"I'm sure someone will give you a reason!"

She wasn't going to talk her out of it. Kitty liked punching too.

And here was a fishbowl, Rosa. With a bendy straw.

"They always do," said Rosa, who may have looked at that fishbowl a little too wistfully, and, also, she appreciated that it was just a bendy straw and not a crazy straw, which Kitty probably knew she could get away with, but didn't, and she had to really be grateful for the little things like that.

She did, however, considering just ignoring the straw all together.

"I should probably go dust out the office before the weekend, now that I think about it."

"Probably. Do you get a lot of people in there on this weekend?" Kitty wondered.

"I didn't really a whole lot last time," Rosa ventured. "Which, you know, was nice. Still not sure how I managed to pull that off, but my class is smaller this year, too, so that also works to my benefit."

"Leaves more time for punching," Kitty agreed.

She was a supportive friend d.

She really was, and Rosa appreciated it. Kitty was even going to get the very slight suggestion of a smirk on that one.

"There should always be more time for punching," she said, "no matter what the circumstances.

"Maybe that's what I should do tomorrow," she added, thoughtfully, with a sigh and a significant sip of her ridiculous drink. "Hit up the gym. See how long it takes me to reduce a punching bag to fluff."

Because she hadn't destroyed nearly enough stuff since Monday morning.

"That's an idea. I can warn Clint to maybe bring in some bags."

She felt like it might be an event?

"You know," said Rosa, "for a second there, I almost felt bad about making him have to deal with that aftermath, but...nah. It'll be good for him."

She leaned in for another sip from her drink, a long one, because she obviously had a thought just then and figured the more she sipped, the more she'd be able to figure out if it was a good thought or a terrible one.

She came out of the sip still not sure, but she figured she'd maybe make a venture that way, anyway.

"Speaking of Clint," she said, leaning forward a little with her arms folded in front of her, "you two have been together on this stupid island for a while, right? So you guys have probably had at least one or two cases where this stupid island made things all....awkward..." Yeah, asking this was conclusively a terrible idea now, but it was sort of too late, "...relationship-wise...right?"

"One really bad time, yeah," Kitty admitted, getting more serious. "I stayed normal, the rest of the island didn't, so I ended up hearing things on radio... It was... not fun."

It still wasn't fun.

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