Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

Cait came in to find that the specials had already been decided by Tino. That was a little disappointing, since he'd had his own plans, but all right…

Friday Night Specials!
Free Corona if you haven't been to the Mainland recently!

He looked at Tino and then back to the board again.

"Ah dornt gie it," he said, taking his seat behind the bar and fixing the man with a peculiar look. "Free swally? Whit kin' ay a special is 'at an' whit hae ye got against th' Mainlain?"

Caritas is Open!

[That Summer and Cait talked is FB, but what they talked about is NFB, please!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Lucifer had suggested that maybe Summer stop by the Nest some time, and she was thinking about it, but Caritas was closer and she thought she'd see how she felt about it after a few drinks first, because that was always a better way of making decisions about stuff, right?

And, hey, it wouldn't hurt since she didn't know if she'd be able to get drinks at the Nest.

Plus, she wanted to check in on her adorable, unintelligible new coworker, too.

"Cait!" she said, plopping herself down on what sometimes felt like just the wrong side of the bar. "Good to see you're still here!"

Not that she imagined he wouldn't be, especially since nothing really weird had happened since he showed up, but you never could tell around here.

[sith_said]

He wasn't unintelligible! He was just mostly that way!

"Summer, mah lassie!" he said, promptly shutting Tino out—Cait hadn't really been following Tino's explanation of The Evils of The Mainland anyway.

He beamed, instead, as he turned to her, his tail flicking Tino in the chest dismissively. "An' whaur else woods ah be? Is thaur somethin' better ah shoods be lookin' intae?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer shrugged a little, her smile soft. "People come and go a lot around here," she said. "And with everyone gone last week, I wondered if maybe you'd think it was all a bust, you know? But I'm glad you didn't. Although I don't think we've really talked about what brought you here in the first place?

"And, hey, could you make me another surprise drink?" she asked brightly. "The last one you made was really good."

Because of course she would have thought so.

[sith_said]

Summer, no. It had been a travesty of booze. A travesty.

… It had been pretty though.

"A body surprise bevvy comin' up," Cait said, just as brightly. "Hae ye got a coloor yoo'd loch it tae be based oan? An', ah, mah boss tauld me tae come haur an' gab a break, ye kin?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Okay, okay, so maybe unintelligable was unfair. Cait Sith was only half unintelligable, because Summer definitely got that first part, but she lost it a little toward the end. Not that she didn't understand the words, but she wasn't quite sure how he was putting it together at the end.

So she'd just....ignore it for now.

"Green, please!" she enthused. "I'm celebrating St. Patrick's Week this year."

[sith_said]

"Green it is, 'en!"

Cait hopped off his seat to peer at the options thoughtfully.

"Ain whit," he called up, "pray teel, is St. Patrick's Week?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well," Summer offered, giving in to the urge to lean forward on her elbows on the bar so she could call out back to Cait without seeming like she was, you know, talking to the air or something, "St. Patrick's Day is a holiday coming up next week on Tuesday. It's supposed to celebrate this Irish saint guy that, like, drove a bunch of snakes out of Ireland, but it's pretty much just turned into a huge excuse to drink a lot, and usually green beer, but other green stuff, too! And the timing just kind of sucks, because, of course, my bar shift is just a day too late. You can't celebrate the day after, that's just tacky, so I decided to start celebrating on Wednesday, and keep celebrating until Tuesday!"

[sith_said]

With a glance up at her, Cait laughed.

"Summer, lassie, wa nae jist open th' bar a second nicht?" he wondered.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, Tuesday is Kitty's night," Summer offered with a laugh back. "I'm not about to displace the boss. And, besides, I already have two other jobs, Cait, I don't need to be going and adding a second night on my third one. Especially not when the other option is 'excuse for extended celebrating.'"

[sith_said]

"Weel, fair enaw," he conceded, "a week tae ceilidh isnae a terrible hin' at onie point. Thocht a coop d'etat against Kitty micht be fin..."

Cait, no.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"A coup d'etat?" asked Summer, her head tilting a little in befuddlement, feeling pretty sure she must have gotten that one wrong, but what else could he have said? "Against Kitty? Kitty, who owns this bar?"

Maybe they were talking about different Kittys! Maybe it was a whole Squanchy situation, she didn't know!

[sith_said]

He'd said what he'd said, Summer!

"Nae a real a body! She's a delightful lass an' an accommodatin' boss," Cait said, laughing, as he got to work on putting together her drink. "But it coods be fin tae stage a false a body, dornt ye hink?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I think it'd all depend on how it played out," said Summer, her laugh a little relieved that it wasn't a serious coup, but, hey, she didn't know that, either, she'd just met this cat! And her cat was definitely the serious coup type. Every other night was a coup with that beautiful monster. "I'd be worried about catching her in the wrong mood, though. I like my job here, I'd hate to accidentally mess it up all because of a silly coup....."

There was soemthing about the way that word trailed off, though, about the way Summer's eyes sort of lit up, about the way a finger was resting on her chin, that suggested maybe she wasn't quite as reserved about it as the statement may have suggested.

She did miss a good coup.

Even if this one wasn't a real one.

[sith_said]

"Aiblins th' coop has a present fur Kitty at th' end ay it?" he suggested. "That micht tak' th' stin' it ay onie potential stoaner feelings! A' fowk likes presents!"

Or, well, he did and thus everyone had to.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"What kind of present?" Summer wondered, tilting her head. "Also, if we're going to keep planning like this, you might want to grab a few shots of rum to pass on over the squirrels, otherwise our cover's already going to be blown. And Saturday is Seivarden's radio day, so who even knows what she might try to do with the information."