Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

"Welcome, welcome! It's sae brammer tae be haur, please be guid tae Cait Sith! Aam new haur, jist started, dornt ye ken! "

Well now, Wednesday had gone so well that Cait Sith had wandered on back to Caritas on Friday to see if it would go similarly as well… and it didn't seem to be open.

Which meant he'd have to be the one to get things started, no harm, no fuss. Old Cait was up for it. Permission? Pah, who needed that anyway? It was right obvious that no one had this day and it suited him just fine and that clearly meant that it was his for the taking!

"What's yer nam?" he asked Tino, ignoring the incredible 'WTF' look he was getting as he settled himself behind the bar, considering the height of the counter. "Ah, ne'er min'! It's nae important! Let's gie thes shaw oan th' road!"

Specials?
ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES!

Did Cait know how to make drinks?

No, no he did not.

Caritas is open!

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[my_own_advocate]

"Well, that's disturbing," Lucifer commented casually upon entry. He was planning to head home again soon enough to meet up with Seivarden, but he had been bored and bepollened all afternoon-- might as well check out the competition. "Cat, a scotch."

[sith_said]

"Ye heard th' guid fellaw! " Cait said to the guy—who he assumed worked here, though he hadn't been around for Summer's shift. "Gie heem a scotch oan th' dooble! Chop, chop!"

No, being referred to as a cat didn't bother him. He was one, after all.

"Cait Sith at yer service! Plait tae make yer acquaintance!"

Not that he was doing any serving…

[my_own_advocate]

"Your name is 'Catsit'," Lucifer said. "How charmingly on the nose."

Beat.

"Lucifer."

Beat.

"Morningstar."

[sith_said]

"Thaur ainae ne'er bin a moggie 'at diz whit he's tauld!" Cait said cheerfully unrepressed as Tino grumbled and, yes, did in fact get Lucifer's scotch for him. "An', ah, but yer nam is bein' quite a moothful noo, isnae it? I'll caa ye Lucy, if ye dornt min'! "

And even if he did!

[my_own_advocate]

"That's fine, so does my brother," said Lucifer, who really, genuinely didn't mind getting called Lucy even a little bit. "We've got a Scottish cat tending bar now? At least the scotch is likely to improve."

[sith_said]

"Ah, weel, suppose it micht if they tak' mah advice!"

No, Cait had no idea what Lucy meant by being Scottish, not one bit. It… wasn't going to stop him from claiming that yes, it was possible.

"Fit loch, thes week? I've bin hearin' it's a weird a body?"

[my_own_advocate]

... Yeah, okay. Lucifer tilted his head. "I'm rather good at speaking in tongues, but could you repeat that, just to be certain?"

[sith_said]

"Fit loch, thes week? Aam askin' ye hoo ye ur, Lucy! Common wee gab, loch?"

Tino finally, finally set the scotch down on the counter in front of Lucifer.

"See, I've bin hearin' 'at it's a bit ay a strange week. A lass was quite pit it abit it!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, yes," Lucifer said, adjusting his jacket. "Something's in the air that makes everyone want to have sex more than usual."

Thankfully, it did not make you delusional to the point of finding a talking cat attractive. That was a relief.

[sith_said]

Tell that to Summer, Lucy. Tell that to Summer.

"Och, is 'at aw? Th' lass was sae cagey abit it ah thooght it main be somethin' waur!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Some of the islanders are taking it very badly, I'm afraid," Lucifer said, taking his drink from Tino. "Don't know why, especially when they could be copulating furiously instead."

[sith_said]

"Ah, weel, mebbe they're shy," Cait Sith said, considering that. "Ur mebbe they dornt loch bein' gart tae feel loch they've got tae dae it."

[my_own_advocate]

"I suppose," Lucifer sighed, "But it's a ride, seems rather dull to run away from it."

But admittedly he had sex pollen-levels of libido most of the time...

[sith_said]

"Yoo've got a dash ay makin' trooble an' enjoyin' it in ye, hae ye?" Cait asked, amused. "Weel, ah cannae say aam nae 'at way myself…"

[my_own_advocate]

"I suppose there are plenty of cats on the island," Lucifer mused.

LUCY.

[sith_said]

"Bevvy yer scotch," Cait said, shaking his head. "It's obvioos ye need it!"

[my_own_advocate]

"What?" Lucifer asked, taking a big sip of said drink. "I mean, I always need my scotch, but..."

[sith_said]

"Isnae it obvioos? Th' mair moggies 'at ur aroond, th' mair skitin' goes up!" he explained cheerfully. "It helps tae fin' e'en mair trooble, i've observed!"