Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Today in Thanksgiving decor, there was a handmade paper mâché cornucopia on the bar. And mini bottles of booze kept falling out of it and spilling out onto the bartop randomly.

"This feels bad for business somehow," Kitty said.


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[fortworeasons]

Laszlo couldn't drink, of course, but bars had been a nocturnal hang-out spot for centuries for a reason.

And if he was going to get his footing and stay here, a bar seemed like a good place to start -- especially once he wandered in and saw that the bartender was quite pretty, too.

(He missed you with his very essence, beloved Nadja, but he was not and had never been blind.)

"Evening," he called cheerily, wandering up to find a barstool and peer curiously at the cornucopia. "Is it supposed to do that?"

[throughaphase]

"No, but it seems to be doing it anyway," Kitty said, casual. "What can I get you?"

[fortworeasons]

"A normal human beer!" Laszlo declared, in a very convincing (he was not convincing) way. "And perhaps some information on who I might speak to about employment."

He'd been a bartender before. He could do it again, if he was sticking around for any length of time.

[throughaphase]

Kitty raised an eyebrow as she got that very normal human beer, and said, "That'd be me, actually. I'm Kitty."

[fortworeasons]

"Enchanté, Kitty," he returned, dipping a little bow at her. "Laszlo Cravensworth, at your service. I have bartending experience, should it matter."

It was a century or two old but pff.

[throughaphase]

"Not really." Though damn, this would be a great time to ask for personal references. Imagine. "We have an opening Thursday?"

There were a couple other days she probably had to check about, too.

[fortworeasons]

"Thursdays, then!" Laszlo declared with a grin that might have looked a tad...fangy. "What day is it today?"

He had no idea. They usually had a Guillermo for this.

[throughaphase]

"Tuesday. So you've got some time to settle in before we put you to work," she answered.

[fortworeasons]

"Good, yes, I'll definitely need time to settle." And look at a calendar because he was sure there was at least one day between Tuesday and Thursday. "Is that all? Do you require any services beyond bartending? I'm a fantastic bouncer."

Eh. Kind of. Mostly he was just a vampire.

[throughaphase]

"We don't really need a bouncer," she said, apologetic. "The bar kind of does that itself."

[fortworeasons]

"How?" Laszlo asked with interest, pretending to take a sip of his regular human beer. "Are ne'er-do-wells simply repelled by the place?"

[throughaphase]

"Kind of," she mused. "Any violence gets the violence-creator magically tossed into the pond of the back alley."

[fortworeasons]

"What counts as violence?" Laszlo needed to know. "Punching, kicking...biting?"

Asking for a friend.

[throughaphase]

"All of those things count," Kitty said. "I've seen people get away with throwing drinks in people's faces."

Oh, the glory days of 3MD.

[fortworeasons]

Laszlo, who had a drink thrown in his face about three times a year, nodded sagely. "And retaliation also counts as violence?" he checked. "I'd hate to defend someone's honor and find myself soaking wet for my chivalry."

Sadly, not dirty.

[throughaphase]

"The bar kinda sees a punch as a punch. Not a lot of room for nuance," Kitty said.

[died8yearsago]

"Hook me up good tonight, Kitty," Rosa instructed, when she got to the bar, leaned on it, considered the cornucopias and their little bottles and maybe made a note to ask about taking some later, those could actually be helpful...then shook her head and latched back into the task at hand. "Might have to go dry for a while, so I'm making tonight count."

[throughaphase]

"Going dry for a good reason ir a bad one?" Kitty checked.

[died8yearsago]

"A work reason," Rosa answered, so take that as you will. "I'm taking an undercover job; if social drinking actually ends up being a part of the gig, I am going to be very surprised."

And look back on her Catholic school days with a whole new perspective.

[throughaphase]

"I'm intrigued. Also do you want to go all in with Diazes?"

Look at that, she was willing to get you super drunk for free. That's friendship.

[died8yearsago]

"I wasn't planning on it," Rosa admitted with an impressed grin, "but I like the way you think. Let's do it. The only way I'm going home tonight is after calling Tightpants and leaving obnoxious messages that he needs to web-sling me back."

[throughaphase]

"That sounds so dirty," Kitty teased, turning to start on the drink.

[died8yearsago]

"Oh," Rosa assured her with the utmost confidence, "it definitely is. I don't know how long this is going to take. Booze isn't the only thing I need to stock up on."

[throughaphase]

"I didn't know you could put that in reserve but I support this," Kitty told her.

[died8yearsago]

"It's going to be a rough however-long-it-ends-up-being," Rosa pointed out. "I'd rather go in prepared than not."

As if she really needed the excuse in the first place.

[throughaphase]

"There's a 'going dry' joke that I'm trying to stop myself from making, as your friend," Kitty said, sliding her a Diaz.

[died8yearsago]

"Which is funny," said Rosa, catching the drink with ease and lifting it in appreciation, "because, as my friend, you're probably one of the few who could actually get away with it."

[throughaphase]

"Dammit, I should have just made the joke," Kitty sighed.

[died8yearsago]

"You really should have," Rosa agreed. "Too late now, but if it makes you feel any better, I can already hear it, anyway, and, don't worry, I'm finding it totally hilarious."

[throughaphase]

"I would appreciate it if I heard the laughter," Kitty said. "Or saw the vague smirk about it."

[died8yearsago]

There was a vague smirk on Rosa's face, but it was definitely more of the you're lucky you actually are my friend variety than anything else.

But the woman was letting her get drunk for free tonight, so it was the least she could do.

Rosa let that withering look linger a moment longer before she bust out laughing, taking the effort to make it sound genuine, even, because there was a reason she got all the undercover jobs, dammit.

"That," she finished with another appreciative lift of her glass, "was a good one, Kitty. Beauty and wit. I swear, is there anything you can't do?"

[throughaphase]

She appreciated you, Rosa! So much!

"I probably can't get you to an adult birthday party," Kitty tried.

[died8yearsago]

"Yeah," said Rosa, literally every drop of the bubbliness from a second ago dried up immediately as she took a drink, "that is definitely not happening."

[throughaphase]

"I wasn't going to make you, put that last expression back," Kitty told her.

She still might try someday.

[died8yearsago]

The expression wasn't fully back, but the faint smirk, at least, was, and Rosa was just going to shake her head at Kitty because that was all she needed to say about that.

[throughaphase]

"Thattagirl," Kitty said, already starting on another Diaz.