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Caritas; Wednesday [09/25],

Tonight was kind of a big night because even though Summer wasn't planning on actually heading out until next Tuesday (there was no way she was hitting the star-dusted road right before everyone's weird and awkward guests for Parents' Weekend showed up!), it was her last night behind the bar at Caritas. That said, she was still a little surprised to come into the bar and find that someone had decorated it. Streamers, balloons, a banner that said 'Good-bye Summer!', and Tino caught right in the act of putting it up.

And Summer was touched. Flattered, even. Until Tino explained that, oh no, these decorations weren't for her, they were for him, he was celebrating because she finally got fired.

"I didn't get fired, you weirdo, I'm quitting," Summer informed him. "Because I'm moving out of the galaxy."

But, hey, if he wanted to sit there and pretend he, like, wasn't going to totally miss her or whatever, that was fine by her. She had sweet decorations for her last day now, and she wouldn't even have to clean it all up afterwards

Wednesday Jello Shot Special
It's my last day, y'all!
Free Jello Shots for Everyone!

Don't worry, Kitty. It was all definitely coming out of Summer's pocket. Or, well, technically, Shunsui's. Thanks, super weird business-related sugar daddy!

(Investor, Summer. The word you were looking for was Investor. You took a summer of community college business classes, you should know that).

Caritas is open!

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"So, last day? What's in the jello shots?"

Seivarden leaned against the bar.

"Last day," Summer confirmed with a nod and setting one of this week's little boozy beauties right down in front of Seivarden, "and it doesn't matter, because you're going to have one anyway. Because it's my last day, and I'm not taking no for an answer, and, as a matter of fact, I am absolutely not above withholding something I might have for you before I leave if you refuse.

"Buuuuuuut," she added, "it's mostly grape and berry flavors with coconut rum with sweetened condensed milk, so they're really fruity and sweet and creamy, and you need to have one and realize what you've been missing out on, like, this whole time."

"I had decided to try one," Seivarden said. It was actually true.

"But now that you're insisting..."

She raised the glass, then emptied it, making a face as she swallowed.

Was Summer smug? Ohhhh, Summer was so, so smug.

But she did have a glass of whiskey ready for Seivarden, too, by the time that shot made its way down.

"See? That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

She was so ready to hear just how bad it was for her, to the point where she might even be a little disappointed if Seivarden actually had enjoyed it.

"The jello is terrible," Seivarden before downing the whiskey. "Now, are you pleased?"

"Yes," said Summer, who had the next drink ready, because she knew by now that the first drink never lasted long. "Very. Thank you. And now you at least can back up your disdain with emperical evidence, and that's all I ask."

"So will you tell me why jello? Aren't shots supposed to be easy to drink?"

And not a slimy lump down your throat.

"Because," said Summer, "and I know this might be hard for you to wrap your head around, but sometimes, people actually like things that other people don't. And it makes it a little more fun and interesting. Plus, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've kind of got this whole jello thing going on, it's my entire business model for my new shop, aliens love this crap just as much as college co-eds."

"Business model," Seivarde repeated before taking a sip from her glass. "I hope things go well for you," then added: "I actually mean it."

"You know," said Summer, "I actually didn't question it until you said that last part, but thank you. I appreciate it. I hope it goes well, too."

Especially since, if it didn't, there was a good chance she'd just be dead. So yeah. Really pulling toward the whole success thing.

"Want to tell me more about it?" Seivarden asked, figuring she could listen while she finished her next few drinks.

"Well, look at you," said Summer, snorting a little with her smirk. "All interested in other people and stuff for a change. It's a good look for you, Seivarden. You should keep it up.

"But there's not really a whole lot to tell," she offered, shrugging, because there really wasn't not on the surface, "it's just basically opening up a jello shop on some planet somewhere so I can try and spy on the government there and help out some friends. No big deal."

"Right."

Spying on the government sounded like a big deal to Seivarden, but this was probably just some uncivilized dump.

And Summer had to smirk a little at that.

"The entire planet is just one big, giant city," she said, feeling that little bit of dread in her stomach kicked out of the way by her excitement for it. "It's called Courscant. If you're ever in the neighborhood, maybe you should swing by."

She was going to be all by herself out there. So, after a while, seeing anyone's face, even Seivarden's, would be kind of nice...

"I'll keep it in mind," Seivarden said, taking another sip. "Why there?"

Rey had gotten used to coming here every Wednesday, so it was a little weird for it to already have it be the last time.

"It's like you're excited to go," she noted, taking in... everything.

Was she also hoping Summer would be too focused on her last day to ask Rey any questions about herself? Yes.

"Oh," said Summer, gesturing a finger at all the...everything, lest anyone start thinking her decorations would be so gauche and tacky, "I didn't do all this. That's all Tino. He seems to be convinced that he finally got me fired."

He was a strange, confusing, delusional man, but maybe that was just the price one paid for being here forever, pretty much.

"I am excited, though," she allowed. "I mean. Kind of hard not to be."

Also kind of hard to not be nervous and flaily, too, but she was going to try to focus on excited. Especially because, deep down, she knew that she totally had this.

"It'll be great," Rey told her. "Is there anything left to do, or are you just enjoying the rest of the time now?"

"Just enjoying it, I guess," said Summer, shrugging, and getting Rey the inevitable water that they'd likely get around to. "Everything's pretty much set, the ship looks great, Pancakes didn't even throw up when I took it out last night, and everything but the essentials are all packed and ready. I could probably head out tonight if I really wanted, but, I mean, come on. If the island is going to throw at least one last Summer-is-a-raging-bitch AU at me, then I get to stay for at least one more weekend full of awkward and hilarious guests."

"I'd it normally awkward and hilarious?" Rey asked. She'd always avoided the hellout of Parents Weekend thanks to all the crushing disappointment, so this was the first time she was actually paying attention.

"It can be," Summer allowed, "especially when people wind up getting people they don't expect, and so please note that I'm full aware that me saying this is likely going to jinx myself, but, it's especially nice when you're pretty sure you don't have to deal with anyone yourself. Also, it's the first one since I've been a teacher, and even if I'm not teaching now, I'm sure some of my students'll have had a thing or two to say about my classes last summer that could lead to some interesting conversations. Either way, I'm hoping to get to be more of an amused observer this time around rather than an unwilling participant."

"I'm picturing you setting up Jell-O shots somewhere just to see what kind of people you get," Rey mused.

Rey.

Rey.

"That's actually not a bad idea," said Summer, after blinking at her terrible, terrible friend. "Or, like, probably not shots, because, you know, alcohol at a school event might be frowned upon, but it would be kind of interesting to see how some of those jello creations I had my class make would go over with some of the very vast majority of people we tend to get for these things..."

There was going to be so much mayo and bananas, now, it'll make your head spin.

Or your stomach, anyway.

SHE KNEW NOT WHAT SHE DID.

"What was your class over the summer again?" Rey checked, even though she hadn't actually known in the first place.

"A cooking class, and it was kind of a two-parter," Summer explained. "The first session was just sort of an overall review of some recipes, most of them gelatin-based, that were popular in the middle of the last century in this particular timeline of Earth. Then the second session took that concept, but narrowed the focus in on bananas, because...." Here she shook her head. "We did some serious shit to bananas back then, I had no idea, but I couldn't just keep that kind of knowledge to myself."

"That... sounds interesting."

And confusing.

"Interesting is a very good way to put it," said Summer. "Especially that last session..."

There had only been four of them, and yet....and yet...

Between having to pry hot sauce out of Vette's cold, dead hands, Shuri's abject horror for all things mayonnaise, Wayne's stubborn insistence on doing things Just So, and Nina's ability to do things completely the opposite of that...it had been an experience.

The session before that wasn't quite so dramatic, but still not without its moments, too.

"I'm pretty sure they'll all just be super delighted to get exposed to at least one more messed up creation from the annals of our dark culinary history."

"So basically it's the best way to go out," Rey enabled.

She still didn't know. She wouldn't know until she saw it.

And then she would know.

And, hey, if anything, Summer knew she could always rely on Kanan to eat whatever anyone else wouldn't touch.

And probably Steeeeeeeeve, too.

"Outside of having a big old giant bender of a party," Summer mused, "then, yeah, I think you're right. And I don't think I actually have it in me for a big old bender of a party."

And how's that for character growth? Or just general laziness and/or actually kind of preferring to just slip off into the night because good-byes sucked anyway.

"Really? Your parties were the only ones I willingly went to in school."

Well. She'd pretty much only talked to Summer and then left, but she'd still made it to some!

(And now she just went to them accidentally.)

"Awwwww," said Summer, who hadn't gone through that much character development after all and was still super flattered by something like that, since it pretty much felt like the epitome of praise. "Thank you. But that's, like, different, you know? High school parties. We're not in high school anymore, and the timing sucks, anyway, with the parents' weekend."

"I get it. And there are probably other things you want to do your last week," Rey said.

"Yeah," said Summer, with a grin that was....mostly joking, "like trying to figure out exactly how to go about smuggling Stance out with me when Kanan's not looking."

"That is not allowed."

Rey loved that dog, dammit.

"I was joking!" Summer insisted, laughing as she held up her hands in surrender. "Just joking! I'd never!"

...or would she?

Noooo, she wouldn't. She was actually one of the good Summers.

"I am going to miss him, though," she said. "I'm putting you in charge of badgering Kanan to send me lots of pictures."

"He's very good with that," Rey assured her. "There is a phone still on Jakku full of pictures of Stance."

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