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Caritas- Tuesday

Every once in a while, when it was slow, Kitty and Tino started experimenting by seeing what new drinks they could come up with. Tonight was once in those whiles. The bartop was a little more cluttered with things they were using a lot, and the dishes tonight were going to be really annoying but that was a problem for later.

Right now the problem was Kitty having to say, "You cannot put Midori in every drink."

She had your back, patrons.

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[Open! I'm exhausted and it might be a very slow day at work please entertain me.]

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"You know I'm going to inquire," said Rosa, who felt it almost didn't even need to be said, as she sauntered in and settled into the usual spot.

"It's experiment day," Kitty I turned her. "Try a drink we make up, get it free. There is some risk involved."

"I could use a little risk right now," said Rosa, who had been thinking a little too much on the terrifying opposite of that lately, and knew she could actually trust Kitty to not to kill her.

"Then would you be interested in a pineapple/coconut rum/Midori/banana something concoction?"

Tropical!

"Will this also be involving a tiny little umbrella?" Rosa snorted, but that definitely wasn't a no!

"We still have plenty!" Kitty grinned.

Rosa nodded. "Then I think we both know what we need to do."

And really? It didn't even sound too terrible, although she might have been slightly worried about the 'something' aspect of it.

"Coming right up," Kitty said, getting started. "So how've you been?"

Since there were some changes...

Changes? What changes? What were you talking about?

Rosa shrugged. "Okay, I guess. How about you? What'd Lexi have to think about the adorable animal abomination that was the island last week?"

Deflection? What deflection? What were you talking about, again?

"Oh, she loved it and is upset at the lack of butterflies now," Kitty said. "So things are just okay?"

Ball ----> Rosa's court

Kitty was almost obnoxiously good at that. Rosa's jaw shifted a little.

"Maybe a little more than okay," she allowed, and figured Kitty should feel honored to get at least that much from her, but wouldn't be surprised if she tried to push her luck, so she figured continuing to latch onto the whole kid thing would work.

"You think the butterfly thing might be just a phase for her, or did the week leave a lasting impression?"

What? ALSO HELPFUL for potential future gifts for said kid. Rosa didn't have a whole lot of confidence there, and if it turned out she could just ply the kid with butterfly stuff for a while, it'd be easier!

"Hard to tell yet, but I can't see her hating butterflies," Kitty replied. "Was there anything in particular Miguel liked?"

She could make a guess but that wasn't playing along.

Rosa's jaw shifted again.

Remind her why she was friends with this woman again?

Oh, right, because she was one of the few people who could ask a question like that and get away with it.

Almost.

"You're just not going to let it go, are you?"

It wasn't really a question.

"Not easily," Kitty said. "Am I allowed to say congratulations?"

Rosa made a face.

"If you have to. It's not a big deal."

Which wasn't a lie. It wasn't a big deal...

...it was a HUGE deal, and don't think she wasn't still considering the fact that it wasn't too late to back out and that was probably why she was dragging her feet on it a little bit, because that window of escape was very quickly closing.

"Then congratulations. And I'm very happy for you."

And she even timed it so the drink would be set in front of Rosa right then so the odds of her leaving were at least slightly lower.

"...Thanks," said Rosa, leaning in on her folded arms for a moment to glare a little at Kitty and all her craftiness for caring before reaching for the drink. And taking a sip of it before it became too noticeable that the corner of her mouth seemed to be rebeling with those smile muscles she was always so adamant about keeping under tight control.

Somehow, though, the drink only seemed to make it worse, until she sucked in a breath to lock it all down with an appropriately sober and cynical thought.

"But you should probably hold onto that until after you're sure either of us will survive it."

"Even if you don't, that doesn't stop it from being an awesome thing right now," Kitty reasoned.

It didn't stop it from being a pretty terrifying thing right now, either.

"Ugh," said Rosa, mostly for Kitty's unrelenting optimism, but, since Rosa actually did sort of appreciate it but would never admit that, she added, "this drink is terrible."

But she took another sip, because it wasn't really that bad.

"Woukd another umbrella help?" Kitty asked.

"I think more rum would help," said Rosa, moving the glass suggestively forward. "Regular rum, that coconut garbage is strong as hell."

Kitty nodded and picked up the rum bottle. "That's why we're here today, to learn. And to drink free."

"Mmm." Rosa's agreement with those sentiments, especially the last part, came out in an appreciative hum. "Although I hope you didn't actually need me to tell you that coconut rum is garbage, but, hey, I'm happy to help where I can."

"It depends how it's used," Kitty said, pouring. "Using it in Diet Coke earlier was actually pretty good."

Rosa looked at Kitty with skepticism. Maybe slightly exaggerated.

"I guess," she allowed, "that doesn't sound too bad..."

"Would you like to try it?" Kitty asked.

In all his time in Fandom as a student, Barry had never gone to Caritas. Mostly because: a. he did not want to drink and b. he knew the fact that zombies existing outside of George Romero films would drive him nuts.

However there was this little part of his brain that knew if he spent the next couple of months only doing experiments in his lab he'd backslide on any social advancements he would've made thus far. Having gone to the Devil's Nest and had his outfit ridiculed... he decided to check out the competition.

Doing his best to ignore the zombie band, Barry headed to the bar and frowned slightly at the test drinks being free. "Do you have a control group established to validate any of your test drinks?" he asked.

"No. Because the test is 'you taste it and tell us if you like it,'" Kitty said. "You up for it?"

And they would be happy with non-alcoholic drinks, too!

"That has no scientific methodology whatsoever," Barry asserted before realizing that was probably the point. "Okay. Yeah. I'll give it a shot. Just not too heavy on any hard liquor."

Did Barry look visibly tense about getting an unknown variable of a mixed beverage. Indeed he did.

"Is some okay, or is there any certain kind you'd want to stick to?" Kitty checked. "We can also skip that part, if you want."

"It's fine as long as it's in moderation and I'd prefer anything not too sweet," Barry replied. "Honestly? The only thing I've ever had to drink was a couple of gimlets. Very light on the gin."

"We can work with that," she said, looking at what they had. "Maybe gin, root beer and a little bit of grenadine?"

Lemon juice worked, why not?

"Um. Sure," Barry said doubtfully. "That sounds weird but not a combination that would kill me. You are Kitty Pryde-Barton. Correct?"

"Yeah," she said, starting on the drink and eyeing him. "You do look familiar."

"Former student," Barry said with a shrug. "Though I wasn't in any of your classes. Though I heard you plenty of times on the radio."

He eyed the drink carefully. "Exactly what kind of flavor profile are we going for here?"

"An interesting one?" Kitty shrugged. "Is this a no?"

"Well what's life without a little risk?" he said motioning for her to bring it on.

Granted one time Barry took a risk and knocked his planet off his axis rotation. Alcoholic root beer wasn't nearly as bad a risk. Unless this was a Tino concoction.

"I promise I won't purposely steer you wrong," she said, finishing with a cherry garnish just because and sliding it over. "So are you back in town for a while?"

"That's the plan," Barry said taking a long look at the drink and evaluating its appearance before even thinking of taking a sip. "I'm hoping to teach a class at school in the fall. Came back a little earlier as the portal where I was is limited and I would have been stuck talking to a telepathic gorilla for another five years."

He popped the garnish in his mouth and gave the drink another look. "Am I drinking this slow or all at once?"

"At your leisure. And if it's gross, we can try something different," she told him. "Telepathic gorilla?"

"Ancient being who gave me a lot of shit when I was kid," Barry explained. "I rescued him from a zoo and he kidnapped my friend to another dimension by accident. He liked to do things without fucking permission and never asked forgiveness later. We've come to an understanding and we're on better terms now. Don't worry. He's definitely not coming for parents weekend."

"Good to know," Kitty said. "I'm a little worried I didn't find any part of that story weird.

"We just spent a week with tiny animals trading turnips for bells. Telepathic gorillas would just be a small blip for this place," Barry said taking a sip and making a face.

"Nope. Cherry flavored Root Beer is not for me. Anything with citrus?"

"Sure thing," she said, nodding. "Still with gin? We could try orange and pineapple and start from there."

"You're the expert. I'm the novice who just had his fourth drink in his entire life," Barry admitted. "So I'll go with your recommendation. So other than Skywalker I think you're one of the only people who have stuck with this fucking place. What's the secret? How do you put up with all this bullshit?"

"Home's really just as weird," Kitty said as she started gathering ingredients. "And people and things try to kill me slightly less here."

"Well that's probably a fucking pleasant change of pace," Barry said agreeably. "Retired from a dangerous lifestyle or do people just not like you?"

"Semi-retired. I have a kid now so the da ferrous lifestyle works a little less, but they pull me in when they need me," Kitty explained.,"I'm sure some people also don't like me."

"A kid. Huh. Well some people consider parenting the most dangerous profession."

Barry would know. He'd given his father the bubonic plague and de-evolved him to an ape like state.

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