Kitty's exact words before walking through the door (literally through the door) were, "There better not be more chocolate vodka."

There was no more chocolate vodka. In fact, there wasn't any chocolate vodka. She'd thought it'd maybe just been cleared away but there wasn't even any in the storage room. If someone asked for a drink with chocolate vodka, she could not make it.

"Know what, I'm cool with it," Kitty said, settling back behind the bar.


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