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]

"Please," Lucifer said, grinning. "I don't suppose you have any other flavors ready to deploy?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Unfortunately," said Summer, definitely feeling a mite disappointed that she couldn't just, poof, whip one up right then and there and be all impressive or whatever, although, clearly, she'd gotten past the point where she really needed to be impressive, but she could always continue to be impressive with her generous liquor pours, "no. I sort of just make the one batch each week, or else I'd have jello shots for days."

Unless she dragged Amaya into things, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose I'll just have to come back next week," Lucifer said merrily. (And torture Seivarden, who was terrified of him getting involved in a drinking competition with Amaya, for some reason.) "There has been a dearth of pretty redheads in my life of late, anyway."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Because Amaya Blackstone would die.

(And whatever happened to all those lofty claims about not enjoying torture, hmmm?)

Summer was doing a poor job of covering up the little flush of pleasure with the usual dry skepticism and persistent detachment just then, but she also didn't really care about it that much at that point, anyway.

"You've already got my number for the night," she pointed out, as she switched out Lucifer's first scotch with a fresh one, the little jello shot on the side, "you don't need to keep flattering me."

[my_own_advocate]

(Well it wasn't intentional torture.)

"I certainly don't," Lucifer said, reaching for the new glass. "And yet I've decided to keep doing it."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," said Summer, grinning, "I figured as much. I just kinda wanted to hear you say it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ooh, and you accuse me of being manipulative," Lucifer said, amused.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I don't know," Summer had to laugh a little. "That was pretty low hanging fruit, I think that hardly counts."

She looked far too utterly pleased with herself, though.