Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The zombie drummer had no arms today. They'd apparently just fallen off somewhere- and Kitty had sent Tino on a mission to find out where- and the entertainment today was definitely watching him try to play anyway.

SPECIALS
ONE FREE SHOT
ALSO EARPLUGS

Just because it was entertaining for Kitty didn't mean anyone else would think the same.


[Trying to figure out my schedule again. Open!]

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[imafuturist]

"Do I even want to know?" Tony asked, looking at the band doubtfully.

[throughaphase]

"I don't actually know myself," Kitty admitted. "I mean, props for the attempt..."

[imafuturist]

"They're certainly determined," Tony agreed. Still so, so concerned.

[throughaphase]

"That's a word for it," she sahd, and explained, "Tino's looking for the arms."

[imafuturist]

"Well, that's the sort of thing that makes me say I need a drink," he said cheerfully.

[heroic_jawline]

A little bit after receiving Tony's text, Steve wandered into the bar. "Hear there are people here making good choices," he teased.

[throughaphase]

"Steve!" Kitty greeted him, already at least four shots in. "I already said hi."

[heroic_jawline]

"Nice to see you too, Kitty," Steve said, grinning. "Is there a reason you two are getting wasted on a Tuesday?"

[throughaphase]

Kitty paused, thinking about it.

"I do know it's Tony's fault."

[heroic_jawline]

"That makes sense," Steve said, laughing. "Can I get a water?"

Ooh, big spender.

[imafuturist]

"Steve!" Tony was in the affectionate stage of tipsy. He held out his hands for Steve to come in for a kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

"Hey, sweetheart," Steve said, very clearly laughing at him. "Havin' a good night?"

[imafuturist]

"Are you going Brooklyn on me?" Tony asked with a sly grin at the lack of a perfectly clipped Middle America accent there. "I like when you do that."

[heroic_jawline]

"Maybe a little," Steve admitted, smiling. "Not because you like it, though."

[so_hawkward]

Clint, as predicted, came in with Lexi firmly strapped into a baby carrier on his back.

"You know, it's a bad sign when I'm the responsible one," he said. "Unless you're getting Tony drunk enough to spill secrets."

[throughaphase]

"Ooh," Kitty said. "What kind of secrets?"

Because she'd ask!

[so_hawkward]

"I'd ask about secrets involving him and Steve, but I think you'd just get dirty information," Clint said.

[throughaphase]

"Hmm. While pretty, that'd probably be too much information," Kitty decided.

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, you've definitely been having fun," Clint said, tilting his head a little. "Look Lexi, Mommy's being a lush. Uncle Tony's a bad influence but we knew that anyway."

[imafuturist]

"I have no secrets, Barton! I am an open book." Unless you meant proprietary information. In which case... did he want Pepper to murder him?

[so_hawkward]

Clint laughed and rolled his eyes at that. "Why are you getting my wife drunk on a weeknight?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

"The zombie's arms fell off." Wasn't that reason enough, Clint? Wasn't it?

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave Clint a rueful wave. "On a Tuesday."

[so_hawkward]

Clint laughed and waved back. "I don't know who's to blame for starting the shots, but at least they're both happy?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Apparently a zombie lost an arm and it was traumatic?" Steve said, shrugging. "Zombies lose arms, right?"