Caritas- Tuesday

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Today's shipment of brand new product had come in late, meaning Kitty was still putting stuff away during her shift. They had a selection of Lionett family wines, kumquat vodka, some brown liquid that was labeled in only "???" and smelled like cotton candy...?

"We're not experimenting with this one," Kitty warned Tino.

Tellingly, Tino did not argue.


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[mother_forker]

Having fully recovered from her drinking over the weekend, Eleanor felt the siren call of mysterious wines and liquor.

Seeing a lack of specials on the board she merely hopped on a bar stool and grinned. "What do you got that's weird?"

And hello to you Kitty!

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"How do you feel about kumquats?"

Normal question.

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"That's a fruit right?" Eleanor said trying to think about how someone might feel about it. "Never had one, honestly."

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"Then you have a new weird thing to try," Kitty told her.

[mother_forker]

"Bring it," Eleanor said waving her fingers toward her in a 'gimme' fashion.

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Kitty set out a shot glass and as she poured asked, "Do you come in just for the weird stuff?"

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"Well I can make a margarita in my room or get beer from any of the non-carding stores around the island," Eleanor reasoned. "When I want something interesting? Yeah. I come here for that."

She downed the shot and savored the flavor for the moment. "Very citrusy. I'll have another, please!"

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"That is definitely A Choice," Kitty decided, but poured again.

[mother_forker]

"Yeah, well that's what happens when you serve vodka that's flavored with grass clippings."

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"To be fair, I didn't actually order that," Kitty admitted.

[mother_forker]

"Well then you're lucky you have someone like me who drinks the weird shirt," Eleanor said finishing her second shot. "Just think of me as your reliable customer."

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"You may in fact be the only person who'd look forward to the nights Tino tried to create new drinks," Kitty realized.

Oh god. Eleanor could never know about the drink named for him, she'd die.

[mother_forker]

"I am both afraid and excited by that concept," Eleanor said casting a very wary eye on Tino. "But how much stranger could his drinks be over Summer's jello shots?"

Luckily both Eleanor and her mun know nothing about the drink named after Tino.

"For the record, I now draw the line at tuna being in alcoholic beverages."

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There was a long, long pause.

"Tuna."

[mother_forker]

"You can thank Summer for that discovery," Eleanor replied. "But despite that, all her other shots have been fit for human consumption."

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"I mean, it takes all kinds," Kitty said. "It might even be a delicacy to some species."

[mother_forker]

“Hey, if that species is down with tuna, cottage cheese and alcohol? I say more power to them. I have a strange tolerance for disgusting things but that one broke me,”

Ah shuddered at the memory.

“Got anything else?”

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Kitty was not breaking out the mystery liquid. She did not want to be held responsible for whatever happened next.

"Ever had Malort?"

SAY NO TO MALORT, ELEANOR. IT TASTED LIKE SOCKS WASHED IN DISHWATER AND RINSED IN REGRET.

[mother_forker]

Your narrative cannot deter Eleanor’s desire for weird alcohol.

“Nope!” Eleanor replied cheerfully. “Hit me up!”

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"God, I feel like a bad influence," said the teacher who was serving a minor alcohol in a bar.

But she got the bottle and poured it in a shot glass, and said, "Are you sure?"

[mother_forker]

“Gimme!” She said with happy grabby hands.

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Kitty slid the shot glass over.

And got out her phone to take video.

[mother_forker]

Eleanor smiled for the camera. “I’m guessing this is for some sort of America’s Funniest Videos,” she said cheerfully before downing the shot. Her face went through various permutations of horror and disgust that would no doubt amuse the home viewer. “I’m tasting bug spray, dishwater, and just the hint of dirty socks that have been sitting in the sun for a very long time,” she said trying to sound like a wine snob who was coughing between a word or two.

She pushed the shot glass toward Kitty.

“That’s disgusting. One more, please.”