Caritas; Wednesday [03/11].

[somethingwithturquoise]

With consideration of the calender, Summer was confronted with a tough choice: was it better to hit up the St. Patrick's Day flavors a little too early, or just a day too late? Because of course it couldn't have fallen more conveniently that it would land on her bar day (although that did mean she could celebrate properly; sure, she didn't know if she had much Irish heritage, but, come on. She was a redhead named Smith, it wouldn't be a stretch). And if she did it early, then that meant she could just claim she was making it a week-long thing, and that definitely, definitely had its appeal.

And so she was already getting into the holiday spirit that evening with her offerings. Plural. Because doing just one shot anymore just seemed kind of sad.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Baileys Irish Cream
Shamrock Shake
Don't worry! There will be no pinching if you're not wearing green...
...unless you're into that.

FREE TO ALL FORMER OWNERS OF TURTLE & CANARY

(That last part was added after the fact, after discovering that Seivarden couldn't bribe for shit).

Caritas is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"If Amaya shows up and wants a drinking competition, don't serve any jello shots," Seivarden said, taking a seat by the bar

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You know that just makes me want to text Amaya and tell her that there's free jello shots for any former owners of Turtle & Canary tonight, though, right?" Summer asked.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'll bribe you," Seivarden said."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, Summer wasn't going to actually do it, unless Seivarden decided to be a brat, but now her brows lifted in intrigue.

"I'm listening..." she prompted, folding her arms in front of her as she leaned on the bar.

After setting down one of each of the shots and a glass of overpoured whiskey, of course.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden downed one of the shots.

"Either I'll have three more shots of each or you get the fanciest flower arrangement in the shop."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's disappointment at that was palpable, and yet, at the same time, she was wondering how she could have honestly expected anything more out of Seivarden.

"What the hell am I going to do with a fancy floral arrangement?" she asked. "And you're guaranteed to drink more than just the three more if Amaya does come in, so how is that one even supposed to work?

"That's probably, like, the worst attempt at a bribe in the world," she continued. "Like, is that a serious offer? Or are you just throwing out shitty bribes so that I do text Amaya, because you actually want her to come in here and start a competition because you have this weird thing where you can't just admit you enjoy something fun."

[special_rabbit]

"You know," said Amaya, sidling on up to Seivarden with her first round of free shots in hand, "if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think Summer was trying to appeal to a very specific market around here."

She definitely knew better.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Perhaps she wants you as a regular."

Seivarden raised her remaining jello shot, then downed it.

"I'm sticking to whisky for the rest of the evening."

[special_rabbit]

"I've heard that one before," Amaya noted, before taking her first shot, the shamrock one, because she trusted that one a little less, but, then again, leprechauns and the like were serious business around Daventry, and that included shamrocks along with them.

"Don't tell me you're all contested-out. And I guess maybe I should start coming in all my own, but, really, now. Why buy the cow when the shots are free?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Don't tell me you weren't hung over last week," Seivarden replied.

It was a little humiliating to be carried home.

[special_rabbit]

"Oh, I was," said Amaya, who still didn't know how she'd gotten back to her room that night and she was okay with that, "but that's the thing with hangovers, isn't it? They're only temporary. And there's only two kinds this week, we couldn't go that hard again even if we wanted to."

Something about her tone sort of suggested she wanted to.

[thatwaslucky]

Of course Rey looked at the specials.

"Do I want to know?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"About the shots?" Summer asked, figuring that wasn't it because those weren't anything new. "Or the pinching?"

[thatwaslucky]

"The punching. I understand the green."

Sort of. She'd been here before.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well," Summer explained, "the whole thing is that if you're not wearing green on St. Patrick's day, you get pinched, either by friends or leprechauns. But since it's not actually St. Patrick's Day yet, there's nothing to worry about."

She assumed that Rey didn't need and/or want her to explain the other other part.

[thatwaslucky]

"Okay. But why does that require pinching?"

This world, seriously.

[my_own_advocate]

"Miss Smith," Lucifer called, grinning broadly as he strode into Caritas. "Feeling a bit Irish, are we?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Mr. Morningstar." And, despite herself, Summer really couldn't help meeting that broad grin with a small, pleased one of her own as he came in. "I don't know if you're aware, but St. Patrick's Day this year falls tragically on a Tuesday. But since most of these holidays are pretty arbitrary these days, anyway, I figured, why not just get started early?

"Are you going to have some?" she then asked. "Scotch to wash it down?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Why, it's as if you know me already," Lucifer said, grin still firmly in place as he settled at the bar.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, sure, but if she mentioned that...!

"Would you have said the same thing even if I did get it wrong?" Summer wondered, as she set down the first two jello shots in front of Lucifer and went to pour his scotch.

[my_own_advocate]

"Absolutely not," Lucifer said. "I have standards. If you offend them, I'll let you know about it."

Loudly. And at great length.

[special_rabbit]

Far be it for Amaya to ignore a text that informed her of a very specific promotion that applied to a very small but prestigious class of people.

And she was just going to greet that other person in that small but prestigious class of people with a look of (very amused) warning as she went to find a spot at the bar.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Amaya!" Summer declared brightly. "What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you coming in tonight!"

[sake_shinigami]

"You know, Summer-chan," said Shunsui, after he breezed in with the requisite flurry of robes to then lean comfortably on an open spot at the bar, "since I actually sold the store after the first time I owned it nine years ago, I am, technically speaking, still a former owner, as well as a current one...♥ ♥ ♥."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"How did you even know about this?" Summer demanded, and then that was it. That was the joke.