fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [01/29].

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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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."

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

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

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!"

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.

The jello format of these particular shots was definitely throwing Amaya off her usual rhythm for this sort of thing, which was maybe a little frustrating, as she could already feel herself falling behind, but, at the same time, she really enjoyed the challenge of it, and the need to actually really push herself to try to surge forward and pull ahead like a dark horse in the race.

No such luck, although she felt she put in a really good show and really did make a good effort to catch up, though it was clear, when she got to her last one and Seivarden was already steadying herself on the edge of the bar, that she'd lost.

The laugh that followed was just as much from the shots themselves as it was the relief of the pressure now being off.

"Zounds," she breathed out, and laughed again. "Not bad! Not bad! But I'll bet you, diamonds to drillbits," the words may have started slurring just a bit there, "that this would have been opposite," and she swung a finger in the air sharply to represent the turning of the tables, "if those'd've been liquid shots!"

"Maybe," Seivarden said, grinning. "But they weren't liquid, were they."

She let go of the bar to prove to herself that she could stand straight, then stumbled against Amaya.

"No," Amaya started, grinnng back, "they weren--"

And that was just about when she realized that Seivarden was stumbling...and stumbling toward her, and was just glad that, even feeling as wobbly as she was all of a sudden, she still had the quick reflexes to catch her a bit and support her.

Well, not as quick as she thought they were, so it was a bit fumbly, but strength was the one trait of Amaya's that would never fail her.

And she had to laugh again. "A bold victory!" she declared, grunting a little in making sure to set Seivarden up right up sticking there to make sure she stayed that way. "But at what cost? I'm starting to think we'd best quit this battle while we're still ahead, there, Captain."

"I think you're right," Seivarden said, slurring. "I'm... convinced that a second game... would be too much."

Slurry, yes, but she still appreciated Amaya's strong arms.

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"Unless that game," Amaya noted, continuing to put those strong arms to good use, "is the pursuit of our next daring journey, which I believe shall be getting our bold, brave champion home, methinks."

A journey that would prove difficult for both of them, but Amaya hadn't quite moved around enough to realize the sort of challenge she had in store for her.

Seivarden was happily oblivious of that challenge right now, and the knowledge that she would have the worst hangover she had had in a very long time was hidden away at the back of her mind.

"Right, Let's go. Don't drink... eat all the rest of them, Summer."

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