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Caritas; Wednesday [05/08].

So, this weekend, Summer was going ship-shopping, and even though she'd saved up a lot of money for that express purpose, a big purchase like that was gonna hurt. And then there'd be the cost of parts. The time to fix it up. The cost of maintenence. All while also saving money to actually pay for her retail space once she finally did get off to space to hawk jello on unsuspecting aliens for the benefit of reaping information to support a rebel uprising. Which was a way cooler context to put it in, really. She said she was going into space to sell jello, but if you got right down to it, she was totally going to space to be a goddamn spy, and that was badass.

But also expensive.

But, hey, she knew that the new bartender that had been working on Wednesday had totally crapped out, leaving an open space in employment at a job that would be supercool, although she really wasn't expecting she'd puck up a lot extra in tips on a freaking Wednesday. Still, bartender was going to look great on a resume (it worked great for AOC!), it would be a lot of fun, and she'd still get to work on some jello creations, only this time even better, because booze.

She was a pretty quick study on a lot of the deets, too, as Tino sort of showed her the basics and she got comfortable around the bar. And, not expecting a whole slew of people (although maybe? With the newbs on the island, they might want to check it out?), she spent about half of her time learning and the other half leaning on the bar a little and falling into a stimulant-related wormhole as she flipped through her holo-pedia.

New Wednesday Special: Jello Shots!
Today's Jello:
Pink Lemonade

Caritas is open! With a super-cute new bartender who can actually pour a beer!

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Having heard that the useless bartender had quit, and Wednesday currently being her only option for going out for a drink, Seivarden stopped by Caritas.

"Oh fuck, it's you."

That was her reaction when she saw Summer.

And then:

"What the fuck is a jello shot?"

Summer had about two-point-five seconds of a good yeah, fuck you too, buddy reaction before deciding she was just going to take that as a compliment and beamed at the sheer sense of accompishment she felt for the fact that all she had to do to annoy Seivarden was merely exist.

Damn right, it's her.

"It's jello," Summer offered, "infused with alcohol, and portioned out into little shot-sized bits. First one's on the house, if you want to try one. And these ones are great, too, because I just used the lemon to put them in, which means they're easier to consume and I won't have to worry about teaching you the trick with the tongue that you have to do when you use little plastic cups because...no. Just...no. I'd definitely be sending Tino over here for that."

Which would also be awful and gross, but still preferable. But hey! Look at her! Already assigning Tino to the grosser parts of the job, she was a goddamn natural at this bar thing.

"The trick with the tongue?" Seivarden wrinkled her nose. She wasn't going to admit that she would actually prefer having Summer demonstrate any tongue tricks to Tino.

"I'll have a beer. Draught if you know how to pour it."

Gross.

Grooooooosssssssss.

Summer leveled a look at her. "What kind?" she asked. "Ale, lager, stout, IPA, wheat, Belgium, bock?"

But, yeah, sure, she wouldn't know how to pour it.

Sure, she just learned all of those today, but that was beside the point.

"Ale."

Seivarden didn't know what all those were, but if she had to choose she'd go with that.

"So, new job?"

She would finish the beer and then leave, she told herself.

"New job," Summer confirmed with a nod, giving a subtle glance to Tino as she picked out a glass to check that it was the right one for that particular drink and preening a little to herself when he gave a subtle nod back. "I'm about to dive head first into some spaceship debt," she added as she poured, easily enough, it wasn't like it was that hard, and these taps were way easier than pouring from a keg at someone's house party and she was an expert at that, really, "so I figured every bit will help.

"Which, by the way," she added, setting the ale down in front of Seivarden with a smirk and on a coaster, "I don't know if anyone's told you before, but it is pretty much the height of civilized in this society to tip your server very well."

"Spaceship, huh?"

Seivarden managed surprisingly well not to sound jealous.

"And here I thought tips were handed out according to the quality of service. Then again, civilized behaviour here can be so peculiar."

She had tipped both Kitty and Fjord really well.

"Are you suggesting," said Summer, hand to her heart, so, so hurt, "that I would provide anything but the best service possible, Seivarden? I assure you, I am a consummate professional."

Plus, Mama needed to get paaaaaaid.

"You just poured me a beer," Seivarden said. "Granted, your predecessor didn't even manage that."

She took a sip of said beer.

"Is this the best you can do?"

Summer snorted slightly. "You mean the beer that your ordered? Or the service as a whole? Should I get you something to eat, maybe?" she offered. "I can go have Tino whip you something up, maybe get you a nice bowl of beer nuts? Something tells me you're not exactly the type of patron who wants to just get her beer and be left alone, huh? Need someone to talk to, Seivarden? Someone to ask how was your day?" She shrugged, smiled beatifically, and folded her arms on the bar as she leaned forward. "Go for it. I'm all ears."

Seivarden was starting to miss Fjord. Maybe she could forgive him for trying to punch her?

"Oh," she said, putting on an amused expression. "Where I'm from people really make an effort."

At least if the customer was a Vendaai.

"Surprise me."

In a way that might possibly get you a good tip, Summer.

You know? Summer really was willing to give it a shot and pull out some pretty good service stops over here, but that right there? Gave her a firm push all the way to the far other side of that.

"Awww," she said, sounding oh-so-sad about it and shaking her head, her look sympathetic, "so it's really too bad we're not where you're from, isn't it? And here I've gone and left my mind-reading helmet at home tonight. Maybe next time, yeah? Because there's no way I'm going to try to figure out what you want, only to have you turn around and be derisive and insulting just because I get it wrong. If you need anything, Seivarden, I'll be more than happy to help, trust me, but you're going to have to ask for it like a normal person.

"Hard, I know. But, if it makes you feel any better, maybe there's a red carpet out in the store room, and I can go roll that out for you or something?"

"Sarcasm doesn't give you good tips," Seivarden said, taking another sip. "But fine, tell me, how are things between you and Leroy nowadays?"

"Oh, you know," Summer said, smiling sweetly, as she shrugged a shoulder, "probably just about as well as you and Rosa nowadays."

Yeah, fuck those tips.

How much could Seivarden possibly tip, anyway?

Probably though a dollar was, like, super generous.

Or, like, whatever change was in her pocket at the moment. Thanks for the pennies and lint, asshole.

Oh, you lost any chance you had to get tips with that comment.

"Not sure what that's supposed to mean," Seivarden said, smiling. "Did the squirrel leave you?"

Worth it.

Even if now Summer was just going to sort of blink at Seivarden. She opened her mouth to say something, stopped, tilted her head, sort of gawkwed at her for a moment and tried again.

"You....do realize what that sounds like, right?" she checked. "I mean, you do hear the words coming out of your mouth right now in relation to the context of the conversation we," she gestured a little between the two of them, "are having at this," she pointed with both fingers at the counter, "moment, right?"

Just checking. Because, from where Summer was sitting with this comparisson, it sort of sounded like a sad admission about Rosa leaving her.

No one had left anyone. There was nothing to leave anyone from. Seivarden was going to stick to that.

She did get what Summer was getting at, though, and that she should have phrased things differently.

"What does it sound like?"

"Like," said Summer, "if you're all 'I don't know what that means,' and follow it up with a question like that, it almost makes it sound like you're asking if that's what it means. That, like, if Leroy and me are like you and Rosa, then that must mean that Leroy left me. Because Rosa left you."

Which was probably true, sure, but Summer was ninety-nine percent sure that wasn't exactly something Seivarden wanted to be trotting out all over the place.

Which then made her think that it had been entirely subconscious, and there was some real interesting psychological shit going on with that one.

"Why would Leroy and you be like..."

There was no 'me and Rosa'.

Seivarden gave Summer an unimpressed look. "You really like gossiping, don't you?"

Summer's hands lifted in a general gesture of what the fuck are you even smoking?

"Uh, you started it?" she pointed out, laughed because how was this even a conversation right now?, and then shook her head.

"Also, super convincing, there, by the way, with that pause and the change of subject and the projection." She countered the unimpressed look with a sarcastically impressed one of her own, threw in an encouraging thumbs up. "Really top notch.. You know what? I'm going make a proposal to you, Seivarden, okay? Try to follow along as best you can, it might be a little complicated for you. But, I promise you, I will give you your drinks on the house tonight....within reason, of course...if you actually take a few moments before you say anything and actually self-reflect, even just a taaaaad, on what you're about to say before you actually say it. You might not actually be an insufferable dingbat if you pull it off."

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"I thought you wanted tips," Seivarden replied before taking another sip of beer.

"I'm sorry if what I said was confusing."

She didn't sound sorry.

"But what you just said made no sense."

"Nah," Summer said. "You could tip a million dollars, and it still wouldn't be worth it."

Well, maybe a million.

...she'll get back to you on that one.

"But what part of what I said didn't make sense?"

"You made it sound as if I didn't know what I was saying," Seivarden said. "Which made no sense."

She leaned against the bar, closer to Summer.

"So you did know what you were saying," Summer ventured.

And because she felt Seivarden might need to help, added, "About you and Rosa. Or are you just so bad at non-sequiturs that when you try to use one, you actually just wind up saying something that actually relates more than you realize?"

"You were comparing me and Rosa to you and that squirrel. Which made no sense. So I teased you about the squirrel leaving you."

Seivarden sighed.

"And for some reason you find this interesting."

Nosy gossip. She should just leave and finish the beer by a table, but then Summer would think she had won.

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