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Kitty figured she'd spend the whole night working on Tuesday's event, since the company had even sent over promotional materials, including large, bright flyers with FREE BOOZE TUESDAY AUGUST 31 In giant letters under all their trademarks. Those were going to have to just ruin the town this week, obviously.

And some of those had gone up around the bar itself so far before Kitty realized that they had a more pressing issue at hand.

EVENT NEXT WEEK

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING TODAY

[Happy PSL Day.]

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And here Rosa was thinking her week was at least about to get a little better until she got to that last part. Which meant dropping into her seat with a groan and a very disappointed look on her face.

"Seriously?" she asked.

It wasn't even September yet! Why??

"It's not on purpose," Kitty assured her. "Even our margaritas are pumpkin spice. Which is very weird."

Rosa considered Kitty's words very carefully with narrowed eyes before deciding, "That actually sounds weird enough that I think I might try that."

"I'm interested in your thoughts," Kitty admitted, starting on a regular margarita because Fandom had you doing magic tricks sometimes.

"I'm pretty sure I can tell you what my thoughts are going to be even before I even try it," Rosa admitted. "But I guess we'll see."

She was already regretting this.

"I should say I like pumpkin spice just fine," Kitty said as she worked on the drink. "But this is a lot."

"I hate pumpkin spice," said Rosa bitterly, even though the flavor was fine, it was more about the culture than anything else. And the fact that there was a good chance she couldn't go to the Perk until peppermint season because PSL time apparently meant no more black coffee for Rosa, even if they tried. "Bad enough it's going to be everywhere now, they couldn't even leave it out of the booze?"

Kitty paused, and admitted, "We do normally have pumpkin spice vodka."

"But are you usually obnoxiously adding it to everything under the sun?" Rosa asked pointedly.

Especially where it didn't belong?

Like, you know.

Margaritas.

"No, only the drinks where people ask for it. It's not very popular," Kitty admitted.

"Shocker."

Rosa was 110% sure that there was no possible way a single word could be any more deadpan than that one right there.

"There are plenty of happily basic bitches out there, you never know," Kitty said. Where were the spring breakers when you needed them?

And that seemed to get Rosa's attention a little bit, her eyes narrowing at Kitty agian, although this time somewhat speculatively, as she wondered to herself if maybe there was something there that could be used to her advantage.

You probably could do something with pumpkin spice vodka and jello after all.

"That...is true," said Rosa, slowly, as if still very much in this newly flourishing idea. "Basic bitches," emphasis very much on the basic, "do love their PSL..."

"Should i be worried?" Kitty asked, finally sliding over her margarita oops.

Rosa gave this question enough thought that that alone probably could cause a little worry. After all, if she sid follow through with this, Kitty would be down an employee, so that kind of effected her...

"You see the fall schedule yet?" she asked, deciding to lead up to it instead.

And took a sip.

The reaction was immediate.

"God," she gagged, hand to her mouth as her face went a little pale. Maybe even green! "It's like someone dropped a pumpkin pie and a bottle of tequila into a slushy driveway puddle and then scooped it up into a glass."

That said, she took another sip, and her face promptly repeated that sentiment.

"Haven't looked at the whole thing yet," Kitty said, because she'd find herself not with the class she had planned on. "That good, huh?"

"I wouldn't even give this to my dog," said Rosa, who also wouldn't do that due to a whole slew of reasons, none of which was about taste, but that wasn't the point, "and that idiot licks shoes."

She was, however, continuing to drink it, while debating whether to extrapolate on the whole scheduling thing. After all, while she trusted Kitty, murder plots worked best when you weren't blabbing about it to anyone who'd listen.