Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton hadn't been at work in months.

But he was on the island now, and... having a meltdown in his apartment could only go on for so long, right? Right.

Maybe it was nostalgia. Maybe just aimlessness. But Atton Rand was back at the bar tonight, trying to remember cocktail recipes as he picked through bottles of liquor with a listless fog in his head.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Since St. Patrick's Week was still in full swing, Summer had bounced over mostly because she planned to see how long it would take to pester Tino into giving her free green drinks.

And then blinked to see more than just Tino behind the bar.

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" she remarked. "We have a Sunday guy!"

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, hi," Atton drawled, reaching for the rum. "I'm the Sunday guy."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I'm the Wednesday girl," Summer offered back with a faint smile. "So I'd hope I could take advantage of a special like that, but I'll be honest. I mostly just came in hoping to bother Tino until he gave me free drinks just to get rid of me."

[suitably_heroic]

"I mean, I'm not going to stop you," Atton said, turning around to face her. "If I remember right, he's a real pain in the neck, and that'll get him off my ass."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, yeah. Tino was loving this.

"I'll see what I can do," Summer said, with a grin that was clearly looking up to the challenge. Sure, it never actually worked, but it was never not fun. "But in the meantime? Midori Sour? I like mine with equal parts Midori and vodka, splash of lemon juice, splash of lime juice, the club soda and a cherry on top?"

Because nothing said 'St. Patrick's Week' quite like a Japanese-named liquer.

It was green, though! Look, she was not working with a very strict margin here...

[suitably_heroic]

"Coming right up," Atton said, happy for the challenge to take his mind off of something. He set down the rum and reached for a nice vodka, then plucked the Midori right off the right shelf.

"So Wednesday girl, huh? I haven't been around enough, obviously."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I've been out for a few months, too," Summer offered. "Doing a whole jello-in-space thing at the end of last year." She waved her hand dismissively as if it hadn't been something she'd practically spent a whole year building up to. "Then there was a....change of plans."

[suitably_heroic]

"You put jello in space? I guess that's a hobby," Atton said, snagging a shaker before he moved around to collect all the other ingredients.

Right. He remembered how to make this one. He was pretty sure.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I opened a shop, actually," Summer offered with a proud little grin. "They loved that stuff out there. Of course, the whole thing was actually just a front for a secret rebel rumor mill and spy operation, but...." She shrugged. "Y'know. It made some major bank. Almost a little too much."

It got hard staying under the wire when you were that close to the bad guys and really trying to mine them for all they had while balancing that kind of success.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton began to put the ingredients together, grabbing a stirrer somewhere along the way. This, at least, he still knew how to do.

"Can't say there's a huge market for jello in the space I'm from," he said. "But hey, I guess it takes all kinds. Somewhere out there had to like putting something jiggly that tastes like bad candy in their mouth."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"No wonder there's no market if that's all you have," Summer said, her smile a little tight at that less than appealing assesment. "And it's not all sweet, either. There's some really interesting stuff you can do to make gelatin savory. In fact, I kind of make it my goal to find the weirdest shit I could to throw in there, because those always seemed to to be the biggest hits."

To space aliens and time-displaced American supersoldiers alike!

[suitably_heroic]

"Are we talking like 50s meat jello here?" Atton asked, stirring her drink, "Because do I have some opinions on that..."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"We are talking 50s meat jello here," said Summer, her eyes lighting up way more than anyone's ever should at that phrase. "And I would love to hear your opinions on that."

[suitably_heroic]

"I mean, I've got plenty, but you're not going to like 'em," Atton said.