fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [02/26].

Summer was definitely not a whisky drinker; she was barely a beer drinker, and her preferences definitely ran closer to the 'throw so much sweet and fruity stuff into it that it barely tastes like alcohol anymore' of beverages, but she couldn't help looking over some of the lists from last night with a faint sense of amusement, marking a few that she might be interested to try and definitely marking a few places she might be interested to go visit one of these days. Get the old ship running again, she missed a planet-skipping dimension-hop, and she didn't want the thing to just sit in parking, gathering rust.

Perhaps for another time. At the moment, she had a bar to tend, and a few zombies who seemed to have misplaced an arm and a legs or two sometimes between last night and tonight.

Summer was not going to ask.

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Strawberry w/Pop Rocks!

Caritas is open!

[[ although after work, I go into pre-con crunch mode straight into actual con-mode, and so I am serving this up with a big fat mega-SP warning until probably around Monday afternoon ]]

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"I was expecting jello shot tasting," Seivarden said as she leaned against the bar.

Summer could only meet that comment with a broad grin. "Awwww," she said, "you're not disappointed, are you? I thought you didn't even like jello shots, Seivarden."

"Of course I don't," Seivarden said with a grin. "But I would try them to make you happy."

"Ohhh," Summer mewled a little, her expression one of utmost flattered gratitude as her hands went to her heart, "thanks! That's super gross!

"But," she added, grinning more genuinely now, "I did make these ones especially with you in mind."

Because she felt Seivarden actually had been enjoying the jello shots a bit too much lately, and figured the pop-rock crackle that would go down with these ones was a good way to really up the ante on things for her to complain about.

She dutifully set one down in front of her. "And a whiskey to wash it down?" she offered, already reaching for the bottle.

"Of course," Seivarden said, looking down into into the shot glass. "What's in it?"

Summer set down the whiskey, looked at Seivarden for a moment, and then pointedly looked back at the specials board.

"Strawberry," she said, moving her hand under the word as she read it it, "with pop rocks.

"Well," she amended, "with champagne and Kinky Red Liqueur."

Because you couldn't make a jello with a name like that and not mention it every chance you got.

"And what's Kinky Red Liqueur? And pop rocks?"

Those were important questions, Summer.

They were fair questions, at most.

"Kinky Red Liqueur is a fruit-infused vodka," Summer offered, easily enough, while internally debating the concept of transparency, "and pop rocks are a special type of candy."

She considered Seivarden speculatively.

"I feel like telling you how they're special sort of ruins the fun."

The fun for Summer? Or for Seivarden?

Up to debate, really!

"Really?" Seivarden said, looking doubtful.

That didn't stop her from drowning the shot, followed by the whisky.

"You have got," Summer complained, shaking her head, which worked well to mask her eagerness for when the pop rocks actually kicked in (and hoping the swig of whisky didn't just kill it, she didn't know how that would work out), "absolutely no style. You've got to savor it, Seivarden! Let it really linger. Geez."

That was when the pop rocks kicked in. It was probably noticeable from Seivarden's expression.

"Aatr's tits! What the fuck did you put in them?!"

"Aaaand that would be the pop rocks," said Summer, doing a poor job of hiding her self-satisfaction at that reaction. "Now you can see why I didn't want to ruin the surprise.

"Don't worry," she added, because Seivarden seemed the type to overreact. "It's harmless, and it'll go away, probably just as you start to enjoy it a little."

"I'm not having another one," Seivarden said. "Well, I am having another whisky. That was terrible."

Maybe not terrible, but Seivarden wasn't going to admit that.

Caritas; Wednesday [02/26].

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