Caritas; Wednesday [02/19].

[somethingwithturquoise]

That evening, Summer had finally gotten around to introducing the zombies to snake jazz, although it was pretty clear that Tino was not a fan.

"Oh, come on," said Summer, who was probably having a little too much fun dancing to it behind the bar, but it was impossible not to, "don't you love it? My little brother got bitten by a snake in space and killed it with a hubcap, and my grampa had to scan its planet's culture for an anti-venom, and they found this." She threw up her hands a little and did a little twirl before letting her hips lead her to the next drink to make. "It's my jam!"

And then Tino had to go ahead and ask if you really could alter the course of an entire species' evoltuion like that without repreccussions?

"Gee," said Summer, rolling her eyes at Tino, "I don't know, Tino; can you alter the course of being a giant fucking nerd?

"It was a rhetorical question, Tino," Summer added after he opened his mouth to respond, turning away and jumping back on that jam. "We know you can't."

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Sweet Tea and Ginger Lemonade

Caritas is open!


[[ when canon gives you little gifts, you use them, dammit ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Seivarden mentioned you were obsessed with jello," Lucifer observed, halting by the specials board. "I see she wasn't lying."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"A weekly special," said Summer, with a snort, "isn't an obsession, it's a gimmick, and obviously it's working if you're here asking about it."

And who really had the obsession if she was seizing the chance to complain about it whenever she could? Surely, you'd think they would have better things to talk about than her jello.

She met Lucifer with a bright smile filled with innocence. "Would you like one? First one's on me."

[my_own_advocate]

"That depends on the answer to a very important question," Lucifer said solemnly. "How much alcohol is there in this one?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Is it really such an important question if it's free?" Summer asked, already setting one of the adorable little squares on the bar for him. "But, if you must know, it's about a fifty-fifty ratio with the booze....and it's bourbon in this one, FYI...and the tea. Anything more tends to really mess with the stability of the gelatin."

[my_own_advocate]

"It is, because money means nothing to me and I'm not putting jello in my mouth unless it's very alcoholic," Lucifer said, grabbing a stool to sit down on. "But that sounds acceptable."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I am so glad," said Summer, shaking her head but smirking as she nudged the shot a little closer to Lucifer, "that the maximum amount humanly possibly by standard methods is acceptable. And what else am I getting you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll have a scotch. Neat," Lucifer said, and reached for the shot.

Considered it.

Then slammed it back.

[sith_said]

"Summer, mah lass! Burst a fellaw up wi' a body ay yer Jell-O shots, woods ye? " Cait exclaimed as he wandered in, craning his neck to look up at the specials before deciding that, yes, that sounded just fine to him.

He hopped up onto a bar stool and grinned at her.

"An' fit loch daein'?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Cait!" Summer beamed to see him, because it was amazing how one night of weird, shameless flirting and one hopelessly abandined three-minute date had left her completely endeared to this weird talking cat like he was her new best friend. It helped that it appeared that she'd gotten herself a new regular, now, too.

"One jello shot, coming right up!" she said, happily setting one down in front of him. "And what else? I might need you to come around again on that last part, too, didn't quite get it."

[sith_said]

"Ah, ah was jist askin' ye hoo ye waur!" he said cheerfully, flicking his cape over his shoulders. "Hae ye bin stayin' it ay trooble? An' thenk ye kindly fur th' drink—perhaps a fancy umbrella'd a body next?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"A fancy umbrella drink, I can definitely do," said Summer, grinning a bit as she tried to decide exactly what form of fancy umbrella drink it should be, and then got to working on it as they talked. "Staying out of trouble, though, that I can't promise. But how about yourself? This technically officially marks you officially having survived your first week here, doesn't it?"

[sith_said]

"It diz, it diz!" He puffed up a little. "Aam noo gainfully employed—we're coworkers, e'en, as ah hae th' Friday shift! "

Kitty still did not actually know she'd gained a new employee, for the record.

"An', ah, weel, I've bin tryin' tae bide it ay trooble but yer spyug an' rodent infestations waur quite over-friendly lest week, aye? It's braw 'at they've calmed doon thes week. Ah wasnae quite keen oan aw ay 'at."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer....felt like she maybe caught the general feeling behind that, if not exactly the specifics, which sort of made a follow-up on it a little difficult, but she wasn't going to worry about it too much.

Especially not now that Cait had a himself a nice umbrellad mai tai.

"Well, welcome aboard, then," she said. "Maybe I'll have to return the favor and stop in on Friday for a few drinks, too. And you kind of get used to the weird weeks like the last one, but they come and they go. We're probably in for a quiet spell for a while where things get a little more normal, but normal's a pretty relative term around here, anyway."

She said, normally, to her talking cat coworker.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was set to come back tomorrow and then she had to have a bunch of conversations she didn't want to have, but before she committed to anything, Summer was getting a text:

I'm offplanet- Just tell me the pollen is done,

Because after this morning, if it wasn't, she was staying home.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer didn't know the context, sure, but she was really hoping that Rey was offplanet doing something good for her. Knowing how these things usually went, she sort of doubted it, which was most of the reason why she wouldn't ask, but she still liked to think that maybe...

Either way, she smileda little at her phone before texting back.

It is. Fandom Base is all clear and free from excess foreign influence of a distinctly dirty nature, as far as I can tell.

[thatwaslucky]

She was! Or at least, being around certain people was always good for her.

Good, I can come back then. Thank you

She was not looking forward to coming back.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Which totally counted, in Summer's book!

Which also said a lot about why Summer rarely went home anymore, too.

YW!! she texted back with a whole butt ton of hearts (although not nearly as many as she'd have likely sent BDG for these types of messages). Look forward to having you back but I'm glad you managed to get away for at least a LITTLE bit

[thatwaslucky]

Me too. I should have listened to you last week

But she'd hung up on a hot guy who was now going to tease her until the end of time.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, well, they'd all been there, right?

But Summer really couldn't help a small flush of pride at those words staring up at her from her phone. Validation like that was nice and had always been hard to come by for her.

hey, like I said, it's hardly my first time at the sexually frustrated rodeo. But sometimes experience is the best teacher, right?

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden showed up a little later than usual.

"If I have two jello shots, do I get a whiskey for free?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"That's not how this works, Seivarden," Summer informed her.

Then followed it up with, "Make it three, and you're on."

Business had been pretty good tonight, really, and it's not like Seivarden usually had just the one drink.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Fine," Seivarden said, leaning against the bar. "So, did you have any luck with the dates?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Not that it's any of your business," said Summer, who got Seivarden her three shots first and then the whiskey, preening all the while, "but yes. As a matter of fact, I did. You? Or was it all pretty much downhill from me?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Some of them actually had a hint of potential," Seivarden said, "so no."

She downed the three shots.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You know," said Summer, as she watched those three little shots disappear so quickly, "someone really ought to talk to you about pacing one of these days."

And this was coming from someone who was nineteen, Seivarden, so you knew it had to be bad.

"But," she added, "here comes the real question: were any of them complete and total bombs?"