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Caritas; Wednesday [05/29].

Summer came in for her bar shift as usual, humming a little happily and taking a moment to set aside her blaster and make sure she hadn't gotten any gut splatter on her nice dress, set the giant jug of rotgut swill she'd been distilling over the past few weeks on the counter with a thud, and then set down her tray of this week's jello shots. How she managed to carry all of that over here and fight anything that got in her way on the way over here was anyone's guess, but she would also like to point out that she did this all the time and it wasn't even a long walk, soooooo.....?

Either way, she got straight to work, happily starting with wiping down the bar, which always felt a bit like an endless task, but it was something to do in between the rare appearance of a Wednesday night customer.

Today's Jello Shot Special:
Cherry Nuka-Cola
First One Free for All Wednesday Activity Participants
Or Anyone Dealing with a Difficult New Mutation Right Now, OMG.

Caritas is open!

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Wednesday night was not Kanan's usual Caritas night, no.

This week, Wednesday night was a Caritas night. And there was a pause in the doorway and a blink as he realized who the bartender was, before, with a wry smile, he sidled up to the bar and took a seat.

... He maybe hooked his ankles around the barstool as though that would somehow stop him from getting yanked off of it if anybody had a mind to.

"Evening, Summer," he greeted. And then paused and looked at the specials board. "Expanding your Jello enterprise into alcohols too, huh?"

"Well, hey, there, BDG," said Summer, her voice with a bit more of an...affected jauntiness to it than usual, and she gave him a grin, leaning an elbow on the bar, tossing the rag over her shoulder. "If there's one commodity around here that's plenty, well, that'd be gelatin, so I figured, might as well make the most of it, especially since that spaceship I'm aiming to get isn't going to just pay for itself. What can I get you tonight?"

Ahhh, good old Summer Smith AUs. When they weren't widely swinging for the fences, they were juuuust different enough in the details to make you sort of twitch.

That jauntiness earned a blink from Kanan, but he shrugged it off anyway and considered the options.

"Looking more and more like Nuka-Cola's going to be the drink of choice this week. Much as I'd like to try those shots..."

Force, he could really go for those shots.

Summer's head tilted a little at that, curious, but she'd try to work around to it.

"You feeling like a Classic today?" she asked. "Or in the mood for one of the flavors? I know I've been really digging the Grape lately, but that might just be because the Squishy machine was doing that one on Monday."

There was...a slight pause.

"Y'know, I think there might be an untapped potential with spiked Squishies that I am really surprised I haven't thought of until this exact moment."

"I mean, on an island like this, I can't imagine anyone is going to come after you to check for a liquor license," Kanan pointed out. He shrugged, and then added, "and sure, I'll try the grape. I haven't given grape much of a chance since arriving on Earth, might as well remedy that here and now."

With possibly radioactive grape. As you do.

Eh. A little radiation never hurt anybody.

It was a lot that'll kill ya.

So Summer grabbed a bottle, popped the top, and slid the cap over the bar toward Kanan if he wanted it, since that was good money right there, then set the bottle down in front of him. With a coaster, of course.

"So, you just coming in to say hi, Beeg?" she asked. "Or did you forget that it's actually Wednesday, not Tuesday?"

"My Tuesday was interrupted courtesy of some teenagers giving the Dean the impression that I'm abusing my authority over them in order to get out of their own trouble," Kanan sighed, reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Makes me wonder why the hell I even bother."

Was he that bad as a teenager?

Well.

Before the whole piracy thing?

Summer heard that, but Summer also needed a moment to parse through that, blinking slightly, and then doing a really poor job of not laughing.

"Wait, what?" she asked. "How are you abusing your authority? Can anyone really abuse authority over any of those students?"

Well, she did. With disgusting food. But that was her job.

That clearly needed more deets, there.

Kanan gave a little snort at that.

"Apparently Skywalker was too upset about them taping pool toys to his bus to take that part into consideration," he replied, giving his head a shake. "I don't think I could make anybody here do anything they don't want to even if I tried."

Well. Using the Force, maybe. But even then.

"They gave him the impression that I'd intimidated them into doing it, though," he added, wincing. "This... frankly stupid, relatively harmless prank of theirs that I had no idea they were doing. What do you say to an accusation like that? Once it steps into 'abuse of authority' territory, whether it's true or not..."

He sighed and reached for the bottle.

"It would've just read as me doing exactly that, if I'd denied it outright."

"Would it, though?" asked Summer, who was helping herself to a Nuka-Grape herself, pocketing the bottle cap. "I mean, who even was it? The same ones who are always messing with that bus and your warehouse? That's kind of a precedent, isn't it? Because, yeah, the one thing you'd totally want to do is make those students do the same thing they do just to mess with you"--because he was a silly old bear that made it way, way too easy--"Skywalker didn't actually believe them, did he?"

After she asked, she even ran through it quickly again and figured she had to have something wrong. "Like, seriously, he believed them? That you, Kanan Jarrus, intimidated anyone into doing anything," she meant that with love, really, "much less with that bus?

"God, I really want to make a dumb blonde joke right now."

"Wouldn't be a hard joke to make," Kanan noted. "The only one there who wasn't blonde was the Twi'lek."

And who knew if she'd be blonde or not if she'd been human instead?

"So... yeah. Same as usual, plus one, this time around. And of course Skywalker didn't take three seconds to question just how likely it was that I'd done that. The man hates me, Summer. Yelled at me from the Causeway all the way to here, and then," he held up a hand, and the bottlecap flew up from the countertop right into his palm, "hauled my ass there from here to keep on yelling in person."

Summer's brow knitted with her deep frown at that, once the bottlecap had settled. "What...the hell. Like, physically? That's...like....not cool. That's, like, if anyone's abusing authority, I'd put all my bottlecaps on that. All because some dumb kids put floaties on his bus?"

...so that's why there was a sudden surge on pool equipment sales the other day, huh? She should really just start watching for stuff getting sold at an inexplicably high rate and use that as a sign to go warn Kanan from here on in or something.

"You know all that makes me want to do is go and put something worse all over that bus, right? Really give him something to get his robes all up in a bunch about. Of course, I wouldn't, because I wouldn't want you to have to deal with that, too, but it's important that you know that I'm thinking about it, and I so totally would."

Aww, Summer. You filled Kanan with a warm fuzzy feeling or two with that, you know. He actually gave her a little, wry smile, lifting his bottle in a sort of half-salute in reply.

"If you actually did that, I'd want to be in on it," he noted. "If I'm gonna get in serious poodoo over a bus, I want it to actually be my fault, you know?"

"And make it over something bigger than stupid water floaties, too," Summer pointed out, vehemently, but at the same time, she was getting that thoughtful look on her face.

"I mean...." she slowly ventured, looking away as she shrugged in an overly exaggerated casual way, "...if you are already in trouble aaaannnywwaaaaaay..."

"I would be lying," Kanan said, "if I told you I hadn't already considered glitterbombing the steering column."

A pause.

"But I really do enjoy breathing, and knowing my luck, I'll be the one to drive the shuttle next anyway."

"I'd be okay with that," Summer admitted with a laugh. "But, I also think, come next semester and Newbie Shuttle time, we can probably make pretty quick work of it the night before if we had to. Jus' saying. Gives it space to breathe so that he doesn't right away think it might be you, assuming the squirrels aren't picking up too much of this conversation right now for radio, anyway."

"Well," Kanan mused, scratching his chin as he glanced around, "we are in the perfect place for bribes."

He grinned. It was definitely a grin that was leaning hard into mischief, right there.

"How about a round of those Jello shots for any squirrels that might be in the room, on me."

"How 'bout it?" said Summer, smirking back, as she went take the serving tray far, far, far to the other side of the bar and set down a few of them with a call out of "Ohhhh, squirreeeellls! Got a little something waiting for you!"

And, of course, for extra insurance, she just had to set one down in particular with a winking little, "And this one's for you especially, Leroy."

She did a good job of holding her gagging face in response to that until she got back to Kanan. Oh, the things she did for you, BDG.

But seriously worth it. "Okay," she leaned eagerly on the bar, lowering her voice in her excitement, "so, glitterbombed steering column cannot be the only thing. I say we plant several glitterbombs throughout the week for him. Possibly, if the intel is strong enough by then, right in the middle of whatever class he's going to be teaching."

"Even odds it'll be either Ethics or some class about flying," Kanan offered, leaning forward a little himself, a grin on his face. "The first option means we're probably working with a standard classroom, the second gives us a hell of a lot of leeway if we can get in there early enough in the day and mess with the Danger Shop programming."

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Summer almost bounced a little. "That would be so much potential. I mean, yeah, sure, regular classroom, still cool, but the Danger Shop programming? Like, the sky's literally the limit. So what we need to do now is start laying down the foundation, see if we can get him leaning toward a flight class for sure next semester! I'm going to get that ship soon, right? Maybe I can start talking him up about ships, get that worm going in his brain."

"It's going to have to be you," Kanan noted, chuckling a little. "He trusts me about as far as..." He paused a moment. "Well, he doesn't trust me. 'As far as he can throw me' is a bad turn of phrase for this particular situation."

Since Anakin could, in fact, throw Kanan very, very far.

"Yeaaaah," said Summer, "let's not see exactly how far that distrust might go if we can help it. But, yeah, totally, I can absolutely do that. I'm not even sure how much he even really knows about me, I don't think I even had any of his classes, but I can totally play the eager recently-former-student still wanting to learn."

Kanan nodded thoughtfully.

"Just so long as you're careful about it," he decided. "He's an ass, but he's a suspicious ass, and the last thing you want is for him to catch on to the fact that you're up to something."

Then again, he'd kind of love to see the revenge Summer could exact if Skywalker even came close to crossing one of her personal lines in the sand.

"I'll be careful," Summer assured him. "You know I will. See, you're fully immune to my charms by now," AHAHAHAHAHA, "because you know me probably better than anyone, so you forget just how good I am."

But no, seriously, how much stuff was she still able to convince you to do, BDG? How about the fact that they were even having this whole conversation, hmmmmm?

She shrugged. "And if he catches on, no problem, abandon ship before it's too late, go to a Plan B."

Really, Kanan would probably be considering this unholy revenge anyway, but having an enthusiastic accomplice definitely made it easier to commit to.

"... We have a Plan B already?"

"....no," said Summer, after a long moment of trying to think of something really good on the fly and coming up short, "but we've got some time. I'll probably want to sit on Plan A for a bit anyway. It's all still too fresh; it would cause, like, immediate suspicion so soon after the Incident."

"True enough," Kanan allowed, nodding... kind of sagely, actually. Which was a weirdly at-home expression on his face, today. "There won't be another shuttle trip until the fall, and waiting about that long would definitely give this whole situation some time to mellow out a bit while we come up with something extra special for our dear Dean."

He kinda wanted to just kick Anakin in the shins and run.

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