Caritas; Wednesday [02/12].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Honestly, Summer had bigger things to worry about and had had much weirder things going on with her body before, and she sort of accepted her fate of being pretty much eternally sexually frustrated as a basic-ass troll on this island of crazy beautiful people, so her only big concern for that evening was Tino. Who was, by her estimation, pretty much an actual troll and the idea of having to work with him today was pretty much, like, nightmare fuel.

So she got right to it, armed and equipped with a clipboard as she came breezing in for her shift that night. "Hey, Tino?" she started, and was not at all reluctant to use the fact that she was wearing a crop top and cut off shorts to help be more convincing. "Listen, I just got a text from Kitty," she did not receive any text for Kitty, "that says we need to do some emergency inventory in the back roo..."

She trailed off when she saw his face, and she saw a big flaw in this plan. "No. No! That was not a come on! We both can't be in the back room, and before you even suggest it, no, one of the zombies cannot watch the bar in the meantime..."

She trailed off again, realizing that wasn't such a bad idea--

--NO. NO! It was a bad idea, it was a horrible idea, god, Summer, your standards were sometimes super questionable, but come on!

"You," she said, shoving the clipboard into Tino's chest and then shoving him toward the backroom, "inventory. Now." And then closed the door after him, considered whether or not it locked from the outside, but, just to be safe, she was just going to go ahead and do some arranging to effectly block the door.

"There. Better."

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials
Sex on the Beach
(I mean, obviously, what else?)

Caritas is open!

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[sith_said]

Cait Sith had arrived!

Not that there had been any fanfare or anything but that was all well and good as it had given him plenty of time to scope out the island.

And sneeze at the pollen. It didn't do much else to him, being an animatronic stuffed toy, but really, allergies at his age...?

"Guid forenicht, guid forenicht! Ah, yoo're a secht fur sair een! Gie a fellaw a bevvy, if yoo'd be sae kin'!"

He surveyed the barstool for a moment before clambering up onto it, a plushie cat with a red cape and wearing a crown and no moogle.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Honestly, the most surprising part of any of this interaction was that Summer actually managed to follow most of that.

"Sure thing," she said, grinning sweetly as she leaned on the bar a little, popping one hip.

(Look, she'd just, however briefly, considered sex with Tino in the back room. The only way to go from there was up).

"What's your pleasure?"

Was it that she'd had a class only yesterday on the planet Squanch or was she just being a little racist that she wanted to offer him a squanch or a squanch...or, hell, this week, even a squanch?

Spoiler alert: yeah, that was definitely more than a little racist, there, Sum-sum.

[sith_said]

"Yoo're a kin', brammer lassie, Ah can awreddy teel! What's yer nam?" Cait said, beaming up at her. "I've jist arrived oan thes fair isle—what woods ye suggest? Cait Sith haur is aye up fur new experiences!"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, she liked him already. Sure, it may be just the pollen or maybe just the general cat-ness of him, but he was adorable.

"I'm Summer," she said. "And I take it Cait Sith's what they call you? And welcome to the island, too! You picked a great night to come in; I've definitely got some ideas, but let me ask you this first: what do you think about jello?"

[sith_said]

"That's mah nam!" he agreed breezily. "Thocht ye can be callin' me Cait, if ye want. Aam nae a body fur formalities! As fur jello, ah cannae say I've got an opinion oan it as ay yet… woods ye say it's onie guid?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had to squint a little bit at the end there. "Oh! Any good! Yes," she beamed. "It's very good, it's actually my specialty. So I think that means that you could start yourself out with just a little Sex on the Beach."

Which might have been a bit misconstrued if it weren't for the fact that she'd gone and set one of the shots down dramatically in front of him.

Wait, no. It could still definitely be misconstrued.

Which was intentional.

Oh, god, what was her life right now?

[thatwaslucky]

Rey hated this week. Hated it.

So naturally, she decided to get out, to the bar, where she was immediately frowning at the specials. Because.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Whaaaaaat?" asked Summer, because she saw that face, Rey! "I mean, I had to stick with a theme, right? And trust me, I could have gone with something much, much worse."

Go on, Rey. Ask her how it could be worse! Just ask her!

[thatwaslucky]

"...How could it have been worse?"

What the hell, why not.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well," said Summer, who couldn't help a smirk that Rey had actually asked, "Slippery Nipple, for one. Or how about a Screaming Orgasm? You've also got your Blow Jobs, Porn Stars, Panty Rippers, Royal Fucks, Dirty Girl Scouts, Suck Bang and Blow...

"And my personal favorite," she concluded, with a hand to her chest followed by a flip of her ponytail, and a smirk that couldn't quit, "the Red Headed Slut."

[thatwaslucky]

"I hate this week," Rey sighed.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, come oooooon." Don't make her feel bad about it now, Rey! "But, hey. I did warn you. And at least by now we're probably mostly over with it."

Unless, of course, the island was going to make them stick with it for a month or something, just to mix things up, but Summer did actually have a filter and would not be mentioning that because that would not help out at alllllll.

[sith_said]

"Ah noo, that's hardly a way tae greit th' forenicht!" Cait Sith said from where he was perched upon a bar stool. "What's got a bonnie lass loch ye aw in a frownin' muid?"

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was good at not looking twice at anyone who wasn't the same Skechers as her, but she didn't actually understand those words?

"I'm sorry?"

[sith_said]

That was probably going to happen quite often, really.

"Nae, nae, dornt be sorry!" he said cheerfully, misunderstanding her. "What's th' matter? Is everythin' quite alrecht wi' ye, yoong quine?"

[thatwaslucky]

"It's been a very bad week," Rey admitted. "I'm fine."

Eh.

[1000yearstoolate]

Summer should be flattered.

Seivarden was actually taking a break from some very important things just to stop by to see her and mock today's special jello shot. That was the plan at least.

"'Sex on the Beach'? Really?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Hey, don't try to pull Summer into the blame for your weird life choices, Seivarden!

But you did pick on hell of a night, because Summer was in fine form.

"Oh, sorry, not right now!" she chirped. "I don't get off until later, and I can't leave the bar anyway."

There was, after all, distinctly, no Tino behind the bar tonight.

"But I do appreciate the offer, Seivarden, really."

She leaned on the bar with a grin.

"Or did you mean the shot?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Did I look like I was enthusiastic over either?" Seivarden said, snorting. "I'm afraid you'll have to make do with the squirrel. I just want to talk and try that disgusting jello shot."

Now that she had started trying them, she couldn't really stop, could she? That didn't mean she wouldn't complain about them.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Talk?" Summer made a face at her. "Gross. And, hey, everyone else at the bar right now loves them, don't knock 'em until you try 'em."

And she was setting one in front of Seivarden right now so she could try 'em, though she couldn't help beaming almost proudly that Seivarden had actually said she wanted to try it. And without her having to goad Amaya in, either!

"Want a whiskey to go with it, too?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm going to need it," Seivarden said. "So, you're really going with the theme of the week."

She waited for Summer to pour her a whiskey before downing the jello shot.

[sith_said]

"Guid forenicht," Cait Sith greeted cheerfully, raising his glass with a white-gloved hand.

[1000yearstoolate]

"What?"

Seivarden frowned a little, but at least whoever this was was wearing gloves.

"New here?"

[sith_said]

"Indeed! Jist arrived the-day! An' ah waur wishin' ye weel thes brammer nicht," he explained, completely unaware that his version of 'good evening' was… not… easily parsed.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Right."

Most of that made no sense.

"I'm Seivarden Vendaai. And you are?"