Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

How wonderful! It was his second week of being gainfully employed!

Not that the owner of this fine establishment knew that but Cait wasn't worried about it because if it was a problem then, most certainly, it would have made itself clear by now!

"Och aye, aam back!" he said cheerfully to the guy. Tino, something or other, he'd gathered. Cait still… didn't much care. " An' ye can dae me a favoor an' explain th' deid bloke bain tae me! Wa ur they nae bloodthirsty, flesh-hungry monster?"

It was an important question, truly, though he was glad they weren't bloodthirsty, flesh-hungry monsters despite the fact that he had neither blood nor flesh for them to eat.

Specials?
GET TINO TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING!

And since the aforementioned Tino only sighed, Cait was convinced he'd gotten the name right.

Excellent, excellent.

Caritas is Open!

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Cait!" Summer beamed as she came in and took a moment to revel on being on the other side of the bar for a change again. "How's it going?"

Then her eyes found the specials board. "Ewww," she said, "do I have to?"

And then tossed Tino an air kiss, because she was pretty sure he was just as thrilled to see her as she was to see him.

[sith_said]

"Wa, it is gonnae stoatin, Summer!" he laughed, then laughed more at her reaction to the special's board. "Nae, nae, ye dornt hae tae! It was but a bid tae make heem feel useful!"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, no," said Summer. "Don't do that. That's just going to give him ideas. And you're still too new to know that Tino ideas are terrible. But it's okay. You'll get there.

"How about," she proposed, "you make me something with an umbrella this time? But I have to warn you, I can't stay long. I've got some other plans tonight."

[sith_said]

"Yoo're breakin' mah heart!"

Cait leaned on the counter, amused.

"First ye teel me 'at mah ideas ur terrible an' 'en ye say yoo're leavin' me? Feel, ye ur! Whit ur ye daein' tonecht that's better than thes? An' jist onie auld hin' wi' an brolly? "

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yes?" said Summer, uncertain because she'd really gotten lost on the very last part, except that 'brolly' was probably 'umbrella,' but she was sure whatever the rest of it was was fine. "And it's nothing too big, just a long overdue, but much needed catch up with a friend." She smiled faintly. "I think it'll be good."

She hoped so, anyway, because it was pretty much either one way or the other with that much wine and that many stories.

[sith_said]

"Weel, althoogh ah wish ye waur stayin' aroond longer, 'at diz soond guid! Gie mah regards tae yer mukker, will ye?"

Cait hopped off his stool—otherwise he couldn't see over the counter—to get a better look about for what to make Summer.

He'd never made a drink in his life.

Summer, he was not even sorry about this.

[somethingwithturquoise]

He was making a drink for a woman who'd eaten flies on ice cream and human flesh and occasionally still had cravings for both. Also, the drink named after her at this bar involved flavored vodka, glitter, and Red Bull. As far as people to foist experimental first drinks on, she was a pretty solid one.

And actually? If she'd known? She'd feel weirdly honored about it, too.

"I will," she said, fighting the temptation to just lean over the bar to see what Cait was doing now, but the surprise was kind of a thrill, too, "and I'll try to make it so I can stay longer next time, but no guarantees. Around here, it can get a little tricky to try to plan for things too far ahead."

[sith_said]

"An' bein' predictable is nae fin!"

Cait Sith considered his options gravely.

Okay, no, mock-gravely was much more accurate, before he swung into action. Summer was a sunny sort of lass, so he was going to base his drink on that and on his own interpretation of what he had available.

Pink Mead to start with, livened up with a splash of lime vodka, some orange sorbet, a couple of raspberries soaked in pink gin and a bright, vibrant blue umbrella to top it off.

He hopped back up on his stool.

"Voila!"

It looked cute.

He made no promises on how it tasted.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oooooh!"

Cute went a long ways here. Summer was, after all, nineteen. Her boozahol tastebuds were not that sophisticated yet.

"Now that," she said approvingly, "looks like a drink!"

And she would be trying desperately to figure out what all he'd put in it on Wednesday when she tried to recreate it.

[throughaphase]

So, uh. Kitty had heard on radio that someone new was working on Friday at her bar? Naturally she had to pop in.

"Hi," she said. "You the new person?"

[sith_said]

"Och aye, that's reit!" Cait said, beaming at the newcomer and adjusting his little crown. "It's mah second week noo, auld Cait Sith at yer service!"

Person was a broad term.

[throughaphase]

As long as it was not offensive.

"Hi. Kitty Pryde, I'm your boss, apparently?"

[sith_said]

Definitely not offensive in the least!

Cait didn't bristle at that—he only had one boss, thank you kindly, and that boss was back home—but he scoffed a bit, turning it into a laugh.

"Och, yeah?" he said cheerfully. "'En it's a dooble weel mit an' fit loch daein'?"

He was not in the least ashamed of having been caught just taking a job.

[throughaphase]

Having sent quite a bit of time around certain accents, Kitty really should have understood that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch all of that."

[sith_said]

"A' fowk oan thes islain seems tae hae trooble wi' simple questions," he complained, as if it wasn't his accent that was causing all the problems. "Ah was jist askin' hoo ye ur thes fair Friday nicht!"

It was totally his accent causing all the problems and I love it.

[throughaphase]

"Oh! Everything's good." Aside from that fact that she was just letting him take a job. Was that bad? She should probably question things like this, but she'd been here a long time and these things happened. "You?"

[sith_said]

"It's nae bin tay bad," he said, delighted to be asked. "Thocht hae ye onie idea ay whit accommodations micht be available? Ah hae a job but nae haem!"

Cait wasn't really worried about not having a place to sleep. He didn't really sleep, after all, but it was a normal thing to need a 'home' so… yes.

[throughaphase]

"There are options," Kitty began. "There's two apartment buildings, MHA and MCA. People sometimes have rooms available in their houses if you like that sort of thing. Some people just live at the hotel. It friends what you're going fir, really."