Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty stopped at the door of the bar when she got here today, braced herself for whatever Christmassy she was about to find.

It wasn't bad. Sure, there was a weird amount of mulled wine, but she could deal with that! It felt like a relief, which she knew meant they were in for it next week, but that was Future Kitty's problem.

SPECIALS
Mulled wine, I guess!


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[superjoanjett]

Jessica eyed the sign a bit more warily when she entered Caritas. Even more than she did the Zombies which is probably saying something.

In the end? She went with her basic greeting/drink order. "Whiskey."

Which is pretty much a "Hi! Good to see you!" in Jessica terms.

[throughaphase]

"That's probably the start choice," Kitty told her, grabbing a bottle. "How're you doing?"

[superjoanjett]

"I didn't turn into a teenager and I'm avoiding family for the holidays," Jessica replied. "So, actually pretty good."

[throughaphase]

"I'm definitely jealous of one of those things," Kitty said, setting her drink in front of her. "Did you at least get to see anyone else's teenage self embarrass themselves?"

[superjoanjett]

"Oh, I saw plenty of that," Jessica said looking amused. "I'm just glad no one saw me in my goth-girl-Kurt-Cobain-obsessed glory."

[throughaphase]

"Okay, but they sounds great," Kitty grinned.

[superjoanjett]

"Did you get to experience your teenage glory?" Jessica asked with a raised eyebrow. "And did you enjoy it? Because that's something I prefer not to relive."

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye had spent yesterday mostly being outrageously confused, smoking entirely too many cigarettes, and drinking.

So far, Callisto would have honestly been kind of an improvement? And no one liked going to Callisto.

However, Tuesday evening posed a choice: either spend another night curled up in the Red Tail while she figured out somewhere to refuel before taking off...or actually find a bar.

Guess which choice won out?

"What's mulled wine?" she greeted the bartender, sliding onto a stool and eyeing the board curiously.

[throughaphase]

"Warm wine with spices," Kitty answered. "Want to try?"

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye considered for a moment - she liked to warm up vodka sometimes and drink it like tea, so...maybe.

"Sure," she decided, quirking her mouth in a half-smile. "Is that, like, what you all drink around here?"

This Fandom planet was weird.

[throughaphase]

"No, this is what we drink when the island is weird and gives us random be beverages," Kitty explained, getting the drink together and sliding it over.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Thanks," Faye replied, lifting the drink in a little toast. "What do you mean the island gave you random beverages?"

That sure was a weird statement, even weirder when paired with what Jessica had told her yesterday regarding horses and tramp stamps and teenagers.

[throughaphase]

"Sometimes, um... well, things happen, or things like pillow first pop up or it rains candy corn, and it's the island's fault," Kitty said. "Welcome!"

[died8yearsago]

Rosa looked at the specials board with squinting, considering eyes for a good, long moment, before finally deciding, "Yes."

And then, her attention shifting to Kitty now, she added, downright conversationally, "I think I can actually enjoy it since it's not coming out of literally every faucet on the island right now."

[throughaphase]

"We have at least a week or so till that's even a possibility," Kitty agreed. "Want some?"

[died8yearsago]

"One can hope," said Rosa, who definitely not longer trusted this place to stick to a schedule, but, hey, optimism, right? "And, yeah, I'll have some. How was your weekend?"

[throughaphase]

"Clint and I were teenage parents," Kitty said, pouring the drunk and setting it down in front of her. "You?"

[died8yearsago]

"Business is booming thanks to the little B&E habit I had at that age."

Well, booming was relative in this case. There had been a few calls. Comparatively, that was a boom.

[throughaphase]

"Very enterprising of you," Kitty told her.

[so_hawkward]

Clint didn't hire babysitters often, but Lexi had been exposed to enough insanity over the weekend that he didn't want to risk bringing her in to whatever was happening at the bar tonight. He texted Kitty to give her a heads up that he was coming by, and while the smell of mulled wine was actually kind of nice, but he still felt like he'd made the right choice once he got inside.

"Did you accidentally stock up on spices or did this happen on its own?" he asked as he took a seat at the bar.

[throughaphase]

"On its own. We're getting more Christmassy early but I'm okay with this one," she said, smiling. "Want some?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint thought about it for a moment, and then shrugged. "Sure, why not. It can't be worse than terrible beer, right?"

[throughaphase]

"I'd call it better than terrible beer, but that's all a matter of personal taste," she said, getting him a glass and setting it down in front of him. "Now be careful, I don't want to have to call you a rickshaw home."

[so_hawkward]

"Don't worry, I can actually handle my alcohol now. This weekend, this probably would have knocked me on my ass," Clint said, taking an appreciative sip. "Is it too much to hope that whatever happens at Christmas won't be embarrassing at least?"

[throughaphase]

"I'm hoping for gremlin carolers and Cokes from polar bears and nothing that I won't want commemorated in photos," Kitty said.