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Caritas- Tuesday

Kitty was still at work, still god damn pregnant, and really tired of it. And there was for some reason a cow in the bar, and it kept walking through everything (literally through) and chirping, and Tino wasn't any help because he kept running into the wall for no reason.

Anyway, she was here, annoyed and overheating, refusing to turn on the TV tonight for her own sanity, and if you caught her in a quiet moment, you might hear her looking down and threateningly murmuring, "Get out."

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There was a possibility that if Kitty got stuck like that she was probably dead, but she wasn't going to say that.

"I've gotten stuck intangible and I got wholly stuck in a space bullet once, but never like this," she said. "Drink?"

Rosa would greatly appreciate her discretion there, yes, though, at the same time, she would have figured, hey, she had a good run. Once you started getting stuck into bars, maybe it was a solid time to call it quits at that point, it had to be all downhill from there, anyway.

Rosa shifted again, trying once more, futile as the last, though she did make about an inch of progress to one side. She tried lifting her arms, which only seemed to be able to move from the elbows down, which wasn't much help.

"Yes," she said. "And I hope you have straws."

"I do. The Diaz tonight?" She felt bad about people getting stuck in her bar.

On the one hand, there was the logistics about actually being able to reach her wallet right now, but, on the other hands.

"Not unless we get rid of the Coke," she said, feeling she might need to go a bit harder tonight, but that did remind her what she was going to ask when she walked in, before she got stuck in the bar. "Hey, did Tino add the Captain Tightpants to the list?"

If he didn't, she was going to kick his ass.

Sometime.

When she wasn't in the bar. Or in the bar.