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Kitty Pryde-Barton ([personal profile] throughaphase) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2026-03-17 09:22 am
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Caritas- Tuesday

Working on St. Patrick's Day meant green. Everything was green, at least when it came to the drinks. Beer was green. Bottles of liquor were full of green liquid. At first Kitty had thought it was maybe Tino hijinks, but she didn't actually think he'd have put this much effort in, so it must be a Fandom thing.

SPECIALS
Green.



[Open!]
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[personal profile] stykera 2026-03-17 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Green? Just green?"

Did it all taste green now? Different types of green?

"Hello, Kitty."
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[personal profile] stykera 2026-03-17 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do they taste green? Or have you not tried?"

Stark glanced over at Tino. "And you're sure he didn't do it?"
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[personal profile] stykera 2026-03-17 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Grass?" Stark suggested. "There was vodka that tasted like grass which tastes very green but it wasn't green. Orrrr...something leafy?"

Mmm, kale liquor?

"Apples, sometimes, or mint or lime. I hope none of it tastes like all those things."

Stark. You had just cursed at least one bottle.
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[personal profile] stykera 2026-03-18 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"The vodka that looks radioactive," Stark said, pointing.

Go big or go home right? It probably wasn't actually radioactive.
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[personal profile] stykera 2026-03-18 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"The tequila there is more...jewel-toned?" Stark said, pointing to another bottle. "So only some of it is radioactive. Hopefully none of it really is."

"And...I'm not sure it will taste normal. But maybe."

It was going to taste like kale and NyQuil and he was going to be sad because nobody wanted to drink that. Nobody.

Probably.
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[personal profile] stykera 2026-03-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Stark had tasted plenty of horrible things in this very bar.

He was still unprepared for the flavor combination.

Swallowing, he made a terrible face and set the glass down.

"I chose poorly. It tastes like something Summer would make. Medicine and leaves."