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Caritas- Tuesday

It'd been slow lately, and Kitty had been trying to think if new ways to drum up business. The problem was she'd made the mistake of asking Tino for his thoughts.

Which was why so much of what she was saying tonight were things like "No, we're not having a wet t-shirt contest" and "okay, I'm not bringing livestock into my bar."

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At least Rosa was ~~sometimes~~ good for a few decent sales on a Tuesday? Either way, she was making it in today, and giving one of her patented furrowed-brow looks of disapproval at Tino.

"God," she said, "he looks like he's actually been trying to rub his two brain cells together."

And then she looked at Kitty. "And you look like you've had to actually listen to what that sounds like."

Both were, unfortunately, looks that were all-too-familiar.

"Tell me," Kitty said, "since I've nixed the idea of a wet t-shirt contest, dies a wet sweatshirt contest sound any better?"

It didn't to Kitty!

"No." That furrowed brow was now full of concern for Kitty that things may have reached a point where she even needed to ask. "That sounds even worse."

At least there was some upside to a wet t-shirt contenst. With a wet sweatshirt contest, literally all you got were wet sweatshirts.

Kitty turned to Tino with her arms spread and said, "SEE?"

And now Tino not only got the full-on glare of Rosa for making stupid suggestions, but also for making Kitty have to deal with those stupid suggestions, too.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked, but she mostly meant it rhetorically, because she wasn't sure anyone, even the most open-minded and introspective beings in the entire universe, could handle an answer like that. But, since this was Tino, she followed it up with a very firm, "Don't answer that.

"Kitty," her attention shifted to something significantly less awful, "can I get a beer? And a whiskey."

Paaause.

"Bottle."

"Sure," Kitty said, immediately going to get both, while glaring at Tino. "Any reason?"

"Yup," said Rosa, who was now pointing at Tino but refusing to look at him. "That."

Just that. Nothing else. She didn't really thihnk there needed to be anything else.

"Understood," Kitty said, and slid both towards her,

...she'd maybe pour a drink for herself, too, after this.

Please, please do, Kitty. Even put it on Rosa's tab. Put all the drinks on Rosa's tab.

"So," she ventured, once in the possession of that much appreciated booze, "other than the obvious," one more glare sent Tino's way, just for good measure, "...how's it going?"

"Trying to come up with ways to bring people in. Otherwise, not much going on," Kitty shrugged. "How about you?"

"Can't really complain," said Rosa, almost with a shrug. "Which, for me, is saying a lot."

Which she didn't really need to tell Kitty that, but still.

Also, she felt she possibly couldn't say anything about any issues with bringing people in because there was a pretty good chance that there were at least two people on the island who avoided Caritas on Tuesdays specifically because of her. Which she might normally be pretty proud of if she was talking to anyone other than the person who owned the bar.

Who was trying to bring more people in.

Rosa was fine with this, though, as she took a swig of her beer.

"Just wait until the next big dumb thing happens," she suggested. "That's got to usually put a spike in sales, right?"

"Actually, not really," Kitty said, frowning. "I think maybe people have learned to repress without alcohol. Or they're repressing at the other bar."

Stupid sexy devil.

"And the bartending class is not working, so I guess I have to come up with a party, or bring something new in."

"Yeah, the only thing you've got to really stand out over them," especially with the lack of any stupid sexy devils, though Rosa would argue that Caritas had a good pull with a smart sexy mutant, "is the whole lack of an age limit, but I think I'm professionally obligated to disapprove of that sort of thing. And personally obligated, too."

Because it was weird sitting at bar with someone you weren't sure was even old enough to drive yet.

"But parties seem to always go over well here," she noted. "You had a great turnout for that big nerdy thing you did, if I remember right."

Which she may not have, because she did drink a lot that night.

"That was a good night," Kitty said, smiling fondly.

Even though she almost dyed because she was obnoxious over how much she didn't actually know D&D.

"Got an idea for a theme? I guess I could always do another Name Your Own Free Drink thing."

"You're kind of asking the wrong person if you're going to be looking for 'themes'," said Rosa, who generally disagreed with them on principle. "But the Name Your Own Drink thing did seem to bring in not only some interested parties, but also some really stupid drinks."

Looking at you, Summer Smith.

"Also, the sadist in me could really go for another one of those three minute date nights. That was hilarious."

She came thisclose to almost punching a ghost. And therefor probably ending up in the pond again, but, at this point, Rosa almost considered free trips to the duck pond badges of honor.

"Anything else I could suggest," she added, because now thoughts were actually coming into her head despite her previous claim that themes were pretty much against her reliegion, "is either so stupid I want to punch myself for thinking it or involves a lot of drinking, which I feel professionally obligated to at least express a concern about."

Which was different from being actually concerned.

"I'm very tempted about some of things and very curious about the ones that you don't want to tell me," Kitty said.

"I thought you'd say that," said Rosa.

Who then paused just long enough to maybe make Kitty think that that was all she was going to say. But, since she expected Kitty to say something like that, Rosa wouldn't have said anything at all if she hadn't been prepared to fess up.

"Ever done an overnight sleepover adult lock-in type of thing?" she wondered. "Also, teams that compete over the bar based on who can drink the most. We had to do that with our bar back home when the Fire Department tried to claim it as their own. It got real ugly real quick, but it was probably one of the best nights I'd ever had."

"We could do that," Kitty said thoughtfully. "If we've done the lock in thing it was so long ago that it's not coming to mind. And any drinking contests would probably have to take place then because I would not send anyone home after that. Way too many stairs."

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