Caritas- Tuesday
So the fight was pretty silent. She'd go to the back room and take down some ornaments, he'd sneak back later and put them back on.
This was gonna be an all night thing.
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"We always kept it up at least through Día de Reyes," Rosa said, shrugging. "But that's probably at least half Papi being too busy in the diner to take it down any sooner."
Rosa looked over at Tino, wrinkling her nose. "Sorry about that. I don't have a tree at all at home."
She did have a large mural of Our Lady of Guadalupe half-done on her wall, though.
"Oh, it's huge for my family. But that's why I went back to Roswell for it." Rosa shrugged. "My dad's really religious, and I kind of . . . missed a bunch of Christmases for a while, so he and my sister get really extra clingy."
Rosa laughed. "It's fine. I can't really blame her." She considered for a moment, then finally just decided she was tired of dancing around it. It didn't seem like it would kick up too much of a fuss around here. "I was dead for ten years. I'd be clingy, too."
Well, that just meant Rosa could watch her at her leisure. She plucked a cherry from her mocktail and bit it off the stem, still eyeing the woman, then idly chewed on the stem.
She at least needed to get the name of this woman's lipstick.
"All recovered and not even a little burned."
But, uh, definitely different, yes. That would probably take a little longer to come out, though.
"Guess bartending around here means you hear all sorts of stories, huh?"
"Really?" Rosa blinked, eyebrow going up. ". . . Were they resurrected by aliens too?"
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