fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [02/12].

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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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?"

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?"

"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.

"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?"

"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.

And Summer was definitely on that whiskey for her, too, and tried not to make tiny little victory noises over Seivarden taking the shot.

"I figured," she ssaid, "I've got two options. Number one is to get all frustrated and annoyed at what's going on right now, or number two, fully embrace it and actually have fun with it. Like, seriously, what's the worst that can happen? I finally break my dry streak on this island? I tell a few of my friends that I really think they've got a cute butt or great tits? We're almost all feeling it, why make a big deal out of it?

"Besides," Summer reached over and grabbed one of those shots for herself, "I've got some other things to worry about right now. This?" She lifted the shot, and then downed it. "Is way easier to deal with."

Seivarden considered asking how hitting on her frirend was going, but that would be a bit rude and sound as if she actually cared.

She made a face on principle after the shot, then reached for the whiskey and took a deep sip.

"Like what?"

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

"What?"

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

"New here?"

"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.

"Right."

Most of that made no sense.

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

"It's a pleasure tae meit ye!" Was he absolutely undeterred by her short responses? Most absolutely. "Aam Cait Sith, but ye can caa me Cait, if yoo'd loch."

"Cait? A pleasure to meet you too."

At least she had understood that part.

"Have you tried Summer's special jello shots yet?"

See Summer, Seivarden was being helpful

"I hae! An' Summer's a brammer lassie, dornt ye hink? Sae kin' an' coothie! Wa, she's e'en invited me tae come back oan other Wednesday's tae try different shots!"

Which most he most certainly would!

"Do ye come haur aft?"

"I come here every Wednesday," Seivarden said, hoping she was answering the right question. "Couldn't leave poor Summer alone with all her jello shots."

"Nae, it'd be mighty rude ay ye tae dae 'at!" he agreed, nodding his head. "Hae ye bin oan thes wee islain lang?"

"For two years now," Seivarden said, then frowned. "Maybe a bit longer. Where are you from?"

Now around here, she guessed, considering Cait's appearance.

Caritas; Wednesday [02/12].

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