fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [06/12].

Summer was sort of thinking it would take a special sort of idiot to not only go skulking around the island in its current state at night, but to also get themselves inebriated before stumbling back from whence they came, but...well...you never knew around this place. Some people could be totally fine; maybe some people even fought better with a little booze in their system. Some people, like her, might just be coming from across the street so it didn't really make that much of a difference, and if anyone did come in and got smashed (despite Summer's best efforts; she'd definitely be waving the Drink Responsibly flag pretty hard tonight), she had a blaster and she was a damn good shot and didn't get nearly enough opportunities to show that off, so she wouldn't mind playing escort.

Overall, though, she wasn't expecting a whole lot to happen tonight, which was also fine by her, because there were some really interesting newly branded bottles to scope out, which lead to some pretty fun and interesting new cocktail ideas.

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Free to no one this week because you should probably just drink at home*

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Caritas is open! And indulging in a little cross-promotion, what?

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Seivarden was not accompanied by a cat today. She arrived early, carrying a gun, and walked up to the bar.

"So, how did the catnip work?"

Summer had to grin a bit at the question. "Fantasticly," she enthused for her answer, "and that's straight from the cat's own mouth. Pancakes was a very happy kitty, although...man, cats are a little messed up in the head..."

Or at least hers were, but she was pretty sure there wouldn't be much disagreement on some of her deeper thoughts from the other felines on the island.

Then she eyed Seivarden's gun.

"So how was the trip over here?"

"Could have been better. I'm not letting Issa out."

She added: "She wants to check whether the world outside had changed every ten minutes or so. Glad to hear the plant was appreciated."

She smirked a little. "Messed up how?"

"Let's just say," Summer started, "that I'm going to need to change my nightly face mask, because apparently, Pancakes just looooooves the avocado one I'm currently using and I do not trust her to know quite when the mask stops and my face begins. That cat is weirdly obsessed with eating things...and people. You know she has a whole list? Of her favorite people that she'd also like to eat, in order?

"You," Summer thought Seivarden would like to know, "didn't make the list. But Issa did, even if, and I quote, 'the hairballs would be horrendous.

"She also has very deep thoughts about the concepts of existence and non-existence within the confines of a box, and she had a lot of interesting speculations on just where mice go when they go into a hole. I told her they just go into the wall but she didn't believe me."

She sighed, a little wistful, with a faint smile to match. "I'm going to miss her talking. I almost wonder if I can get one of those little voice modulators for her; I know my grampa can make one. He did it for our dog once....granted, then our dog tried to take over the world and almost succeeded, but I don't think Pancakes would do that. She already thinks she owns the world."

Seivarden was silent for a moment, various thoughts running through her mind. Would she get rid of Issa if the cat had talked about eating people? Seivarden was relieved she hadn't. Had Issa just known better than to tell her? Why did Summer want to know all this?

Summer, Seivarden reminded herself, made no sense.

"So," she said slowly. "Sounds like a good evening."

She threw a glass at the bottles. "Oh, and is anything safe to drink?"

Well, if Pancakes was going to talk to anyone about eating people, it might as well be to someone who'd, you know, been there.

"Oh, yeah," Summer assured her with a nod. "Definitely. A little off-brand from what we usually have, but they're all totally fine. I've been killing some time experimenting with them a little..."

Here, she trailed off, dramatically, then grinned. "Are you feeling exciting and more colorful and not boring this week, Seivarden?"

Seivarden really didn't want to know.

"I can't really call this boring," Seivarden admitted. "Well, yes, I can, because I'm staying indoors to keep an eye on Issa. And it's not fun, is it? Oh, and I'll have a beer. If you still have beer. No experiments."

"Boooooo," said Summer, not quite rolling her eyes as she turned and poured the drink, then set it down in front of Seivarden on a coaster. "There you go, quite possible the most boring drink for the most boring bar customer. Seriously, why even bother coming in on a week like this if all you're going to drink is beer?"

"It's not very good for business to call your only regular customer boring," Seivarden said with a snort. "It's a good thing I don't care."

She sipped the beer, then said:

"So, you mentioned some non-catnip stuff."

"And yet," said Summer, tilting her head in a mystified, pondering fashion, "you still come back..."

But she smirked a little with what she figured was the real reason for that. "Yes, I did," she said. "And I'm working on it, but even if I had it now, I'm not about to start dealing while I'm at a legitimate job."

Despite the fact that most almost-nineteen-year-olds couldn't usually legitimately work serving alcohol anywhere else.

"I'll let you know," she promised, "and just drop it off at your place or something."

"As I've said, it's boring here."

Seivarden grinned. "That sounds good, though. And let me know if you need more catnip. Or was that only while the cat was talking?"

"Nah, it'll probably be a regular thing," Summer admitted, since she suspected Pancakes would expect it now whenever Summer herself decided to partake, "but there's still some left over. She's still pretty young, it doesn't take much at all. But, knowing her, next time, she'd going to be all, 'Meh, but I like the fressssh stuff better.'"

Yeah, that's right, Pancakes. That's what you get for speaking, now Summer could do a totally spot-on impression (okay, but not really) of you whenever she wanted.

"That's what you get for teaching your cat fancy habits," Seivarden said, smirking. "I hope you'll have fun."

She didn't really care.

"Bold of you to assume you can teach a cat anything," Summer pointed out.

"Well, you taught your cat that catnip exists, didn't you?" Seivarden pointed out. "I admit she picked up the appreciation all by herself though."

Caritas; Wednesday [06/12].

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