Caritas; Wednesday [01/29].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So, the bar had gone from a stupid amount of chocolate vodka to a state of chocolate vodka seeming to have never even existed, and Tino kept giving Summer looks like it was all her fault, which made no sense on several levels, even if she did publicly threaten to throw all the chocolate vodka into the ocean on radio.

"First of all," she explained, "how would I have even gotten that much vodka to the ocean? Second of all, I would have at least left a few bottles, because there are definitely itmes when you're gonna need some chocolate vodka. And thirdly, I was being facetious, because do you know how bad that would be for the enviornment, Tino? Like, our oceans are already totally fucked, you think I'm going to make it worse by throwing a bunch of glass and shitty vodka into the mix? Not to mention the fact that the last thing this island needs is drunk fish. Or sharks. God.

"Besides," she added brightly, her disposition swinging smoothly from complaining to beaming, "I'm onto something else now."

As was clearly indicated by the specials board:

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Long Island Iced Tea
Free if you're Seivarden!!

ALSO Special on REGULAR Long Island Ice Teas, too!
Guaranteed made with only the ~FANCIEST~ of non-bagged tea!

That last part was only half-true. She didn't use tea bags, like she said she wouldn't, but there was no way she was going over the top with fancy-ass tea when you were just going to drown it all with ALL THE BOOZE.

Anyway! Caritas is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"I was going to buy you a drink," Seivarden said. 'But if you rather want that one you can have mine."

[special_rabbit]

"Why not both?" asked Amaya with a faint smirk. "Though now you've just got me wondering what's wrong with that one."

Not that she figured Seivarden would give her a drink if there was something really wrong with it, but, then again...

[1000yearstoolate]

"It's a jello shot," Seivarden said.

That said it all, didn't it?

[special_rabbit]

"I mean," Amaya reasoned, tilting her head thoughtfully, "if it's jello, it's not really a drink, now, is it?

"But sure," she added with another smirk, "I'll happily take it off your hands."

And many more after that.

She was going to have so, so many of those things.

So this should be fun.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Tell that to Summer," Seivarden said, handing Amaya a jello shot. She picked one for herself.

"I'm sure she's going to consider this a victory, but I can't leave you to endure them alone."

She had also heard that there was a lot of alcohol in it

[special_rabbit]

"Well," said Amaya, taking up hers with a nod, "you know I'm never one to back away from taking one for the team, but I'm also glad to have the camaraderie."

Then she lifted the shot as if in salute, then looked doubtful. "Er...well...cheers? I guess?"

You couldn't really just...throw it back, but Amaya tried as best she could under the circumstances.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden managed to get it down her throat, making a face.

"What's the point?" she said. "Ruining good tea. Not that I know if it was good tea, I couldn't taste it."

[special_rabbit]

"I think," said Amaya, who was absolutely not holding back a laugh or anything like that, perish the thought!, "the point is that it's something small and light and fun and different, but what do I know? I am not a nineteen year old girl, and I'm perfectly satisfied with just a good strong ale most of the time."

But those? She did actually like and would maybe be helping herself to another here...

[1000yearstoolate]

"You're going to have another one?"

Seivarden just looked at her.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya just looked back.

Well, not just. She actually had to bite her lower lip a little until she could completely manage a cool expression back, before quirking an eyebrow.

Not that you could see the eyebrow, because of her bangs, but it was there.

"You got a good reason why I shouldn't?" she asked, the next one already poised and ready to go.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Fine."

She grabbed another one too and managed to get it down her throat.

[special_rabbit]

"Not even gonna try, huh?" Just like Amaya didn't try to hold that snort back after herveecond one.

"You know you don't have to match me shot for shot, there, Captain."

But she would hardly complain if she did.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I can't let you get completely drunk on your own, can I?"

She reached for another one.

[special_rabbit]

"Uh-huh," said Amaya, sounding a bit skeptical once that hand went for another. If Seivarden wasn't careful, Amaya was going to start thinking that she might have actually liked them.

Not that she'd actually say that, of course.

She would go for another herself, though.

"I mean, you can," she pointed out, "and it's not like we're in a bar or anything with plenty of other options that'll get you just as drunk, or anything. But, hey." She grinned at her. "Solidarity, right?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"They're terrible. I'm doing this of you."

She was also starting to get drunk, so it was a good thing she was leaning against the bar.

[special_rabbit]

"Even though," Amaya felt the need to just put it out there, for the record, "you absolutely do not have to."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course I don't. We're friends."

And there went another one.

[special_rabbit]

"That we are," Amaya agreed, amused, before she snorted a laugh and toasted with yet another one. "To friendship, then, even when it means consuming clearly very disgusting and awful and terrible things made of jello, and, apparently," this next laugh sounded about as close to a giggle as Amaya was likely to get, which wasn't very, "outpacing the person you're consuming them for.

"But if you're up for a race, Captain...you know I'm game."

Amaya, no.

[1000yearstoolate]

Of course Seivarden couldn't say no to that.

"Right, let's go."

She grabbed one shot in each hand.

"Ready?"

[special_rabbit]

"Wait, wait, wait!" said Amaya, laughing a little and waving her hands to have Summer bring over more.

Summer, who was just going to shake her head and worry that she may have created a monster, and she just hoped she could get her phone out in time for it.

"If we're doing this," Amaya said, "we have to do it right. We pick a number, line them up, and see who gets through them the fastest. Two's not going to cut it."

She...may have done this a few too many times with someone else who shall remain nameless but was absolutely terrible at igniting Amaya's own competitive spirit.

"How many should we do? Five?"

Five was just about the number where she started slowing down. Anything more, and Diaz always left her in the dust.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden considered this for a moment.

"Six," she said.

This was a bad idea.

[special_rabbit]

There was...a pause. Six was never a good number for Amaya in these things, and there was also the gelatin rather than liquid factor to consider, but she couldn't help really appreciating the boldness of Seivarden just one-upping her like that and the excitement of the challenge it held.

Without the summer activities, she really did have a competitive hole in her heart right now.

So her fist met the bar in acceptance of the terms. "You heard the Captain, Summer!" she said. To Summer, who was so much nicer to mod that Tino, and who was torn, between feeling like she should stop something like this from happening but also just feeling glad she wouldn't have a ton of leftover shots tonight. "Six each, line 'em up. You can give us the countdown, and keep an eye for who wins in case it's a close one."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden grinned. "Yes, Summer, let's have a countdown."

And to Amaya: "Let's see how hard the jello makes this."

[somethingwithturquoise]

It was like the moment before a car crash that you know was going to happen because you were the one who put the oil slick on the road, and Summer was maybe just a liiiiiitttle bit worried about how thrilled and disgusted she was with all of this.

Thrilgusted? Disrilled? She'd work on it.

But the little jello wedges were all lined up and ready, and she shook her head and figured there was no turning back now, she just hoped they could both manage to keep them in their stomaches...at least until after they left the bar.

"I just want to state, for the record," said Summer, "that I denounce any responsibility for what happens after this. Okay, you guys. On the count of three. One....two...." WAAAAIT FOR IT....

"THREE!"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden didn't even try to think, and just grabbed the shots, one after another, and tried to pour the jello as fast as she could down her throat. When she had finished she fumbled for the edge of the bar, trying to hold on to something.