Caritas, Saturday Night

[breakfastlover]

Mike was doing math at the bar. Yeah, he knew, he knew, it was a super exciting use of his time, and it was kind of sketchy to be doing work on one job while on the clock at another, but sometimes life was like that. He'd been super busy this week, trying to get his orders finished and out on time, and he hadn't had a moment to himself to do some

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[imafuturist]

Despite the lack of mystery coffee, Tony had stopped by Caritas. Mystery coffee would have been nice, though.

Just sayin', Mike.

"Busy night?" Tony asked, craning his neck a little to catch what Mike was working on.

[breakfastlover]

Mike had no mystery and no coffee. He just had -- okay, his handwriting was pretty much illegible to anyone that wasn't him, but there were a lot of numbers and tax stuff on there.

He looked up. "Yeah, as you can see. Super busy." So, no.

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled anyway. "Bustling town like ours," he agreed.

[breakfastlover]

"Guess people have shit to be doing at home on a Saturday night." Honestly? He could see the appeal more and more with every passing year.

He straightened up some. "So, what can I get you?"

[borealpriestess]

After drinking absinthe through much of yesterday, Verity would have liked not to move for a week. But today was some kind of Aeslin holiday and after the mice had knocked the third cup off the counter, she'd left the house swearing she was going to get a cat.

Somehow, a cat turned into a dog turned into a hair of what bit her and now Verity was dragging her poor, aching head up to the bar and giving Mike the most pathetic look she could. Not that she was sure her face was working right. All there was was pain.

"Ughhhhh..." That was hello, Mike.

[breakfastlover]

It was probably mean to huff out even the smallest laugh at the state of her, and yet Mike did so anyway.

"Holy shit, what happened to you?"

[borealpriestess]

"Absinthe," she whined, dropping her head onto her arms because it was too heavy to keep upright. "And...other green drinks. I think. A lot of last night is a blur."

That was what she meant to say, anyway. Much of that was mumbled to the bar, so who knows how much Mike actually heard.

[breakfastlover]

He heard 'absinthe' which was really just about all he needed to hear.

"So you want coffee or just something to take the edge off?"