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Caritas; Wednesday [02/05]

"Yeaaaaahhhhh," said Summer, "how about we just not talk today?"

Tino may have just tried workshopping his wet sweatshirt idea with Summer, somehow thinking she might be slightly more receptive to the idea than Kitty had been.

"Or," she offered, "how about this? How about today, you just try and see if you can only communicate with me via telepathy? You know, just using your mind. You should try it. I bet you could do it, but you'll definitely need to practice by not talking and just trying to send me mind messages, okay? Worth a try, right?"

She realized that this had the potential to backfire if Tino actually could pull it off, but she was willing to bet, like, several farms that he wouldn't.

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Mimosa

Caritas is open!

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"Definitely no jello shots today," Seivarden said, leaning against the bar. "And nothing with tea in."

"Awww, what's the matter?" Summer asked, grinning enough that her attempts to make it a sweet, innocent sort of smile failed spectacularly. "Did you have too much fun last time? Already filled up your fun quota for the month? And don't even tell me you didn't, because, bitch, I have receipts."

Look, after trying to foist jello shots on her for as long as she had, and to finally have her cave in and go into a fucking landslide about it should give her licence to be just a liiiiitttle smug about it, okay?

She snorted. "Fine, I made a mistake. At least I didn't let Amaya drink them alone."

And: "I'll have a whiskey."

And to that, Summer had to snort back. "Is that what that was?" she asked, as she poured Seivarden a rather generous whiskey and set it down in front of her. "Well, I'm sure she really appreciated such a valiant and chivalrous sacrifice on her behalf."

She leaned her elbows on the bar a little. "Now that you mention it, though," she mused, considering Seivarden thoughtfully, "I was thinking of making today's jello shots free for blacksmiths. What do you think? Think she'd be interested? Should I text her?"

"Go ahead, text her."

There would be no drinking competition, but just drinking a reasonable amount with Anaya would be fun.

Summer narrowed her eyes speculatively at Seivarden, thinking that that was way too easy and trying to parse out the catch. But, finding none, she went ahead and whipped out her phone, shot off a quick text, and then tucked her phone away again to resume another moment of squinting.

And then, cheerfully, "So! Sounds like you had a pretty fun time of it the morning after, too. You know, you should really drink more water if you're going to drink like that. Those shot'll really sneak up on you."

"Yeah, well, I'm never drinking those again."

She took a sip from her drink.

"So," she said. "I need more followers for my Instagram account."

Summer snorted.

"Do you even have any?"

Summer.

"Two," Seivarden said. "I need a few more, at least for the shop."

She didn't bother to feel embarrassed about this, this wasn't her universe after all.

Summer wasn't even convinced an Instagram account could exist with only two followers.

"Oh, honey," she said, shaking her head and out came the phone again. "What's your username? I'll add you and put out a signal. That should be good for at least a dozen or so more, and that's if everyone's feeling too lazy to bother.

"Just do me a favor," she added, "turn that drink just a little bit and get it in the lighting a little better. How do you feel about me adding just a little bit of garnish to spruce it up a little real quick?"

"You'll follow me on Instagram if I agree to be in a drink photo on yours?"

She was trying to decide whether it was worth it.

"Ugh, no," said Summer, on the cusp of an eyeroll. "Why would I ruin a perfectly good drink shot by having you actually in it? I just want the drink. And then I'll tout your good taste and tell everyone who follows me to follow you while also promoting the bar and my bomb ass drinks."

She took a step to the left for a better angle.

"Duh."

"Oh, good."

If that had been an insult Seivarden was going to embrace it.

"So, I have a private one, seivardenvendaai, and one for the shop coventgardenflowersfandom. There is a another one with the same name in some place called Cardiff."

Maybe she should change the name to something more Radchaai sounding.

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And now your drink had a nice little cherry garnish on it, Seivarden, which Summer was very carefully trying to arrange in just the right way, before she shifted it into the best light and knelt down a little to really get a good shot. Wrinkled her nose. Deleted it. Tried again from the other side. Much better. And then she straightened and pushed the drink back to Seivarden before her thumbs started flying.

"I'm sorry," she said, because she had been aware that Seivarden was saying something, but wasn't really actively listening, "what was it again? Just your name?"

Boring.

But not surprising.

"What is your account name?" Seivarden asked, giving her a pointed look.

"summer4the win," she offered, now having finished her post and selected a filter, and concluding her blurb talking about the drink and how it was for one of her regulars, followed by a prompt to go check her out because she's new to Insta and worth a follow! And then Summer went ahead and added herself to that pathetic little list of followers before idly scrolling through some of Seivarden's posts and then heading over to follow the one for the flower shop, too.

"There," she said. "Three whole followers now. And probably a good handful of randos within the next hour or so, you're welcome."

"Thanks."

It wasn't often you got a thank you from Seivarden, Summer. Enjoy it.

Oh, yeah, sure. She'll put it under glass and cherish it forever.

"So," she said, "what's it going to be? All tea and your cat and flowers and shit?"

"...and shit?"

Seivarden took a sip from her drink.

"Not literal shit," Summer said. "I hope. And stuff. I meant it like and stuff, obviously, god."

"That can be a lot of things," Seivarden said. "But yes flowers, the cat and tea. That's the plan. I understand cat pictures are popular."

And, lo and behold, summoned (eventually; she was kind of in the middle of something when it came through) by the magical force of a text message, Amaya made it into Caritas for a second Wednesday in a row. Wearing a grin on her face as she smack a hand on Seivarden's shoulder in greeting before slipping onto the seat beside her.

"So!" she said. "What's this I hear about a rematch?"

Please to ignore Summer's sudden, oh-so-innocent interest in the ceiling...

"Amaya," Seivarden grinned. "No, no rematch. I can get you a drink though, unless you want to go with the free for blacksmiths ones."

Amaya blinked, and tried very hard to not let her face completely drop in disappointment and confusion.

She did not abandon 101 New and Exciting Uses for Copper Coil Springs tonight just to be told 'no rematch,' Seivarden!

"But Summer said," she protested, ready to pull out her phone and the text to prove it if she had to, "they you were talking about a rematch. What? You didn't go and lose your chutzpah on me already, did you, Captain?"

And, wow, this place had a really, really interesting ceiling, Summer was just now noticing it...

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Seivarden shot Summer a glare.

"Well," she said. "I suppose, if we stay away from those terrible shots from last week."

Maybe she could cheat and let Amaya win?

If that were to happen and Amaya found out about it...there were some betrayals that just could not be forgiven!

"They weren't that bad," she countered. "That just sounds like the talk of someone who's afraid of being knocked right out of her championship title, if you ask me."

"Those shots gave a terrible hangover," Seivarden pointed out.

Unless Amaya was immune.

"So we need better drinks."

No, Seivarden.

"While I'm not about to say no to better drinks," Amaya noted, "I will also point out that the shots are free."

Because of a completely made-up holiday, but Amaya would be happy to take it.

"So I think you know what that means..."

Amaya, no.

"What's in them this time?"

She would draw a line at tea.

"Mimosas are pretty simple," Amaya pointed out. "Just champagne and orange juice. They're pretty good, actually, though I've never had them in jello form yet."

She was...hoping Seivarden didn't ask where or when Amaya'd been going around, drinking mimosas, because it was entirely Diaz's fault. She loved those things.

Champagne and orange juice. That couldn't be too bad.

"Let's go with that."

Summer's gloating at that was practically a physical presence. Amaya was still oblivious to it, but it was definitely there.

"So then the next real question," Amaya grinned, "is whether or not we stick with what we know or try to break new grounds. How many this round?"

"Five," Seivarden said firmly.

Amaya made a little bit of a face, her nose wrinkling a little, because five seemed like quite the step back, but, at the same time, she did remember the hangover that she tried to tell herself she didn't have and then only proceeded to make worse by pretending she didn't have it.

"Five," she agreed, reluctantly, "but only because I actually do have a lot of work to do tomorrow, otherwise we could do more."

Pause.

"Or six. We did six last time! Are you sure you don't want to do six?"

It wasn't seven! That was compromise!

After a pause, Seivarden said:

"We can do six."

It was champagne and orange juice. It couldn't be that bad.

Right? The orange juice practically made it a health drink!

Amaya's face lit up. "You heard the Captain, Summer!" she called out with a pump of her fist, to the bartender who was wondering if doing this would ever get old. "Six for each of us; I'll trust you can count us down and make the call if it's close?"

Seivarden figured she could just as well start being enthusiastic about the whole thing, and since the hangover couldn't be worse than last week, why not?

"So, do you think you'll beat me this time?" she smirked.

Amaya had actually just been about ready to settle in for the night when Summer's text came through, with a cup of tea and a big book, so she could get an early start on making more roses in the morning, but it was kind of hard to just ignore a text like that.

"Free jello shots to blacksmiths, is it, Summer?" she asked. "Seems rather specific and targeted, if you ask me. Unless there's a convention in town or something that I didn't hear about! Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Oh, didn't you hear?" asked Summer. "It's Intergalactic Booze Up your Blacksmith Day! Very popular in the Horsehead Nebula. I thought maybe I'd give it a little try here."

"That sounds like one of those fake holidays that Apu always used to make up just to have an excuse to have a sale or a really fancy display," Amaya noted.

"First of all," said Summer, "how dare you. And secondly....it totally does, and....it totally is."

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