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fandomtownies2020-02-12 05:32 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomtownies2020-02-12 05:32 am
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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!
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."
Sex on the Beach
(I mean, obviously, what else?)
Caritas is open!
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"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."
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She made a face on principle after the shot, then reached for the whiskey and took a deep sip.
"Like what?"