Caritas; Wednesday [06/29].

[somethingwithturquoise]

If Summer needed any more convincing that she was way overdue for a nice little jaunt into space for a few days, yesterday's phone call with Liz definitely did it. But she was glad she stuck around through Wednesday, even if she'd gotten sucked into this week's shenanigans. She couldn't really complain, though, she'd been getting off pretty easy on that front this summer.

She could complain about her co-worker, though.

"No, Tino," she insisted, yet again, as she put the finishing touches on the specials' board, "I am still not interested in your timeshare in the Poconos, nor will I ever be. It's bad enough having to share bar space with you."

Besides, those weren't even the good mountains.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for all Wednesday Activity Participants!

Raspberry Limeade*
Frosted Strawberry Pop Tart
Pineapple Upside Down
Sauerkraut

Caritas is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

Just because the upcoming holiday wasn't exactly Irene's bag, as a British import, it didn't mean she wasn't more than willing to make a buck off it.

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And just in case no one got her little joke, she had made sure to decorate that prominent front table with suitable product to driver her point home.

[link nsfw and post open!]

The Causeway, Wednesday Afternoon

[tellmehowstuffworks]

A portal opened up at the causeway and spat out a sorceress in a fur-trimmed traveling dress better suited for tramping around the mountains in autumn than Maryland in June, who said, as a pleasant disembodied voice thanked her for choosing Portalocity, "Oh, go fuck yourself over a barrel," and stomped off toward her apartment building, if not her apartment. She needed to talk to the bard right now.

Sweet Melitele, she hoped he had alcohol.

((Establishy, but can be open if anyone wants to risk conversing with just-post-mountain-breakup Yennefer!))

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

There were no random scents at the Nest tonight, no sudden color scheme changes, and not even any confetti, apart from one or two tiny maple leaves still sticking to things behind the bar. It was, however, swelteringly hot inside the club. The AC appeared to be functional, and yet... it was just so very warm in there. So very.

Octavia was going to make herself another mocktail that was more ice than any other ingredient, and then she was going to go take another look at the AC and the heating.

(Yes, the 'look' might well involve kicking something.)

[ooc: No ocd because there's a heatwave.]