Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

Cait knew enough about the way the island worked at this point to know that, if he didn't show up for his Friday night shift on this weekend of all weekends he might actually get in trouble.

Since, however terrible he was at showing up consistently, this was a weekend where people might actually need to drink their troubles away.

"…what dae ye pure techt there's still nae booze?" he demanded. "We're gonnae virgin fur th' weekend?! That's a gantin' idea!"

Good grief.

Caritas is Open! And alcohol free.

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[nohottubgirl]

The day had been wearing on Chloe.

Oh, who was she kidding? The past two weeks had worn on her. She still wasn't sleeping. She couldn't focus.

She'd left Trixie with Maze. Now that the bars were opening, she picked one at random (she picked the one not called the Devil's Nest) and walked in, and... looked at the bartender.

"I don't have the energy to deal with this," she said quietly to herself, and sat down. "Red wine, please."

[sith_said]

"Weeeeeell, abit 'at," Cait said, looking up from the glass of scotch he'd poured himself, to go and... "Ii'll jist gie ye a bottle, shaa ah? An' yoo'll see wa fur yerself?"

He was honestly very sorry about the fact that her bottle of red wine was going to be iced tea, even as he set the bottle down in front of her, a bottle opener beside that.

But not as sorry as he was that all of his scotch was the same.

[nohottubgirl]

Chloe really didn't have the energy or the bandwidth to deal with 'cat bartender' beyond just... looking at the cat bartender. Who was saying something indecipherable.

"Okay, no glass?" she said slowly, took the bottle and the opener. And opened the bottle.

She took a sip.

"..."

She really didn't have the energy for this.

[sith_said]

"Ah can gie ye a glass if ye want," he said, rather dismally. "But it's nae gonnae help."

Still, he added a glass to the counter, just for her.

[nohottubgirl]

"No, it's fine," Chloe said. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then she slapped a few bills on the bar. "Thank you."

She slid off of her stool.

[sith_said]

"At leest tak' yer bottle," he said encouragingly. "It micht turn back intae red bucky at some point."

Who knew? He certainly didn't.

"Ain, beggin' yer pardon, but ye swatch loch ye need it."

[nohottubgirl]

That part, at least, she could understand. Chloe hesitated. Her gaze darted up to the cat.

"...Thanks," she said. "You, uh. Might be right."

She swiped the bottle from the bar.

[sith_said]

"If ye need tae gab, auld Cait Sith haur can keep a secrit," he offered. "But nae pressure--go if ye need tae!"

[1000yearstoolate]

That was a face Seivarden hadn't expected to see here. Of course, considering the island, recognising someone didn't mean they were you you thought they were, but she could at least ask.

"Chloe?"

There were a few stools between them, but Seivarden wasn't going to start chatting if she wasn't the one she thought she was.

[nohottubgirl]

And here Chloe had almost managed to successfully leave the bar with no drinks in it.

She'd lost the blonde highlights in her hair, leaving it a dull brown. Her face, as Seivarden might notice when she looked up, looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Yeah," she said tiredly. "That's me."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Did we meet? In LA? With Lucifer?"

She still might be another Chloe, of course, but regardless, she looked like she needed to get some sleep.

[nohottubgirl]

Chloe rubbed at one of her eyes with the palm of her hand. "Yes, I'm that Chloe," she said. "You're Lucifer's friend."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Yes. Seivarden."

She picked up her very non-alcoholic drink and moved closer.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

[nohottubgirl]

Chloe barked a mangled, desperate laugh. "Yeah," she said. "I'm wondering why I came here too."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Aatr's tits, you still haven't got any alcohol?"

This was starting to get annoying. No, actually, it had been annoying from the start.

"I hate this place."

A good thing it looked like she might finally be able to leave.

[sith_said]

"I ken, reit?!"

It was deeply tragic.

"If ye want anythin' other than iced tea, ah huvnae foond it yit."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not iced tea." Seivarden wrinkled her nose slightly.

"The vodka had turned into something almost drinkable on Wednesday."

[stykera]

Stark did not have any visitors. Not that he'd expected any. He certainly wasn't feeling sorry for himself about this rather self-inflicted issue. He really ought to contact Pilot and Moya at some point but he never seemed to get around to doing so.

So he found himself at Caritas at some point Friday evening. It seemed like the thing to do. There were bound to at least be people around and he could have a drink. Or perhaps not, since the bar was apparently cursed this week.

"What is there to drink?" he wondered.

[hat_on_a_hat]

So things with Summer were not going...great, which might explain why Hemorrhage had eventually made it to the bar, and was sitting there bending Tino's ears with all of his concerns and issues.

"...and, I mean, I traveled through time and space, and it's like she doesn't even want to see me! Do you know how much dedication that takes? It's like she can't even acknowledge what I am actually willing to put into our relationship, and it was the same thing back when we were married, it was always about her and her bloody massacres and the glory of her relentless blade and merciless killings! I was good, too! We were a team! At least, I thought we were..."

He stared down into his beer, which seemed to not be doing nearly half the job it should be doing in making him feel better, although maybe that was because you couldn't exactly drink a beer with a helmet on her head.

"I think there might be another guy," he added dismally. "And normally, I would just go find him, cut off his head, and present it to her as proof that I'm clearly the superior mate, but I'm not so sure that's going to fly with her anymore like it once did, you know? It's like I don't even know who she is anymore..."

At that point, though, Hemorrhage realized he'd been pretty much talking to dead air because Tino had seized the first chance he had to slip away to help another customer, leaving Hemorrhage to just sigh and stare down into his beer some more.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden glanced at the person next to her, frowning a little.

"Sounds like it's time to give up on that relationship," she said.

There was no alcohol, who was going to listen to him anyway?

[hat_on_a_hat]

Oh, no, it had been three years. It was well past time to give up on that relationship.

But Hemorrhage gave the person a withering look (not that you could tell, because, you know, the helmet).

"It's like she doesn't even want to try!" he commisserated. "Time and space! You think she could at least give a modicum of effort on her part!"

Which was all pretty rich, coming from him.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Trust me," Seivarden said. "She won't."

If she was sensible.

"Shouldn't you be concerned about her new partner cutting off your head?"

[hat_on_a_hat]

"Ha!" Hemorrhage barked out a laugh, pounded a fist on the table in a way that made his pint jump. "I should like to see him try!"

No, really, he did want to see him try, because that would actually make sense and prove that there was someone else, which made the idea of rejection a little less painful. But the only one who'd threatened to cut off his head so far had been Summer herself.

Which only reminded him of why he loved her in the first place.

And, well, technically, it wasn't his head shecwas threatening to cut off, but, details....

[1000yearstoolate]

"I see," Seivarden said, managing to keep a straight face. "Does she live on the island, then? Do I know her?"

[hat_on_a_hat]

"She does currently reside on this idyllic landmass," said Hemorrhage, "and I imagine that any who do know her quake with fear and anguish at the mere sound of her name: Summer."

Oh, there was anguish there in how Hemorrhage said the name, but less fear and more desperate longing, because, yeah. Yeaaah. She definitely did a whole number on this one.

Also, please excuse Tino for a moment while he cleaned up the glass he just dropped at overhearing that, because guess who had gone through all of Hemorrhage's ranting without yet knowing who the rant was even about. He might need some time to recover from that one.

While Hemorrhage just cradled his helmet in his hands miserably.