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Caritas; Wednesday [05/06].

Summer wasn't sure exactly what was going on, if it was some sort of party or whatever, but it was good to see a little more activity in the bar that evening, even if that activity was coming from a rowdy party (of about 20 at her best count, but they ran around a lot, which made it difficult to keep track) of small (roughly chicken-sized) men with blond hair, green tunics, and adorable little wooden swords. Were they celebrating something? She still didn't know. But several of them had disappeared and returned soaking wet from the pond as they kept trying to pick fights with each other, the zombies, Tino, herself...and then the rest of them, picking up quickly, just settled in for some karaoke, which was particularly interesting since most of them didn't even seem to talk, much less sing.

And all they ordered was milk. And a surprising amount of it.

Look, Summer was just glad that the place was busy tonight and that they all seemed to be having a good time, whatever, whoever they were.

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"Weel, noo, whit's a' this aboot?"

Was Cait amused by the swarm of little men in green? Yes, yes he was.

He laughed as he clambered onto a stool. "Tis nae ilka day a'm feelin' lanky! 'N' ur thay miming thair karaoke?"

"Maybe it's a wood sprite convention in town?" Summer offered, with a slight shrug, as she lingered a little longer on one of the little guy's soulful interpretive dance rendtion of Wind Beneath My Wings. "None of them have really stuck around long enough to explain, but, hey, as long as they pay for their drinks, I won't complain."

Then she turned her smile toward him.

"How've you been, Cait? What're you in the mood for today?"

And maybe, just maybe, she'll understand what it is!

"They're guid at jiggin, aye? Och, a dinnae ken," he said, resting his elbows on the counter. "Mibbie ah will tak' a page oot o` yer book 'n' ask fur a colour? Rid wi' a titch o' spring, if ye kin!"

Because why order a drink properly when you could order in colours and seasons?

Oh, please. Like he'd hear any argument from the girl named after a season who started the whole color thing in the first place?

"Hmmmmm," Summer narrowed her eyes, tilting her head slightly. "Now, the problem with red and spring is that you naturally think 'green' but that puts you into Christmas territory, and other combinations tend to lean more toward summer," which was clearly better anyway, but whatever, "buuuuut....I think I've got an idea...."

So she turned around so she could get started, thinking it was a little unfair that Cait had a bit of an advvantage with actually being able to see all of her movements behind the bar, but then eventually, she had the drink ready to go and presented in front of him with flair.

"Voila!"

God, she loved making layered drinks!

Well, next time she could ask him to turn away! Meanwhile, he'd watched that with curious interest.

"How come, tis a wirk o' wizardry!" he said, delighted. "It does indeed keek lik' spring!"

But that wasn't fun! Next time, maybe she'd have to see about doing fancy bar tricks or something.

"I practice a lot on the slow nights," Summer said, modestly, despite her proud, pleased smile at the approval. "I can teach you how to do the layered drinks one of these days, if you're interest, Cait."

Rosa wasn't usually in the habit of hitting up the bar two nights in a row, but, honestly, she was feeling she kind of needed it after realizing that Monday had been a horrible misleading fluke.

Even if it meant dealing with Summer behind the bar, but, honestly, she and Baby Linetti had been pretty chill lately. They weren't going to suddenly have a sleepover and do each other's nails or anything, but she hoped she could at least manage getting her a drink and then shutting up for the rest of the night ~~before work inevitably ate the mun~~.

"I know you know about the named specials," said Rosa, who'd seen the list and what the hell was wrong with you, Summer? "I'm going to need at least two Diazes."

She felt slightly less bad about exploiting the list when it wasn't Kitty behind the bar, at least.

But this did feel really weird.

"Tuesday was yesterday."

She couldn't resist.

Oh, and today just kept getting better, didn't it?

At least the cat hadn't started talking to her, too.

"You can read a calendar."

Ironic, considering she was the one who'd forgotten that this was the day Seivarden usually came into the bar.

"Good for you. I bet you're very proud of yourself."

"You usually don't go here when I'm here," Seivarden replied. "Or maybe I'm just flattering myself and it's just chance that it never happens."

She downed one of the jello shots.

Rosa snorted.

"Please. You are definitely flattering yourself," she said, in a very no-surprise-there tone, before sipping her own drink

Seivarden smirked a little while reaching for her whisky glass.

"So what brings you here today?"

Maybe if Seivarden talked to her she'd leave and never come back on a Wednesday.

Yeah, how'd that work of for Tuesdays?

'And you're still flattering yourself," said Rosa, with pointedly lifted brows and a lifted glass, "if you think I'm actually going to answer that question."

"I didn't think you would," Seivarden said. "I just wanted to see if you wouldn't be predictable for once."

She sipped her drink.

"So which is it?" asked Rosa. "Am I unpredictable for showing up on a Wednesday, or predictable for not telling you why?"

"I have to admit showing up today is unusually unpredictable for you," Seivarden said. "As is talking to me this long. Are you sure you're ok?"

"It's impossible to be okay when talking to you," Rosa reminded her

"So why are you?"

Seivarden felt that was an obvious question.

Rosa took a sip from her drink, mostly to try to figure out which of the several short answers she had to that (including the shortest, which was not answering at all) would be best played in this particular situation.

There were almost too many good ones, but the one she decided to go with this time was just a simple, pointed, "You started it."

"You didn't have to answer," Seivarden pointed out. She smiled, hoping it would annoy Rosa.

That smile would almost never not be annoying, but only slightly more annoying than Seivarden's tendency to state the obvious like she was making some brilliant revelation out of it.

"No shit?" she asked, with a touch of false shock in her voice, that was quickly wiped away by a roll of her eyes and a return to her drink. "I'll have to remember that next time."

"Forgetting it is very unpredictable," Seivarden observed, downing her whisky.

"It's almost as if," said Rosa, after a moment of just sort of looking at Hot Leaf Water and thinking that you had be doing it on purpose if you were this inane and irritating, "I have better things to think about that what day you go to a bar."

"That's good," Seivarden replied. "You just seem annoyed whenever you see me. I should have remembered that's how you usually deal with people."

"That's like saying that people are wet whenever they're in water," said Rosa. "You're an annoying person. Of course I'm annoyed whenever I see you."

"You know," she added, after another drink, and her look went pointed, "for someone so concerned with my predictability, I doubt you're really that surprised. I'd go so far as to say that you were counting on me being annoyed.

"Of course I was."

Seivarden took a sip, looking at her.

"Do they like ending up in the pond or are they just stupid?" Seivarden asked. "Oh, and there are three specials today?"

"I think," Summer mused, looking mildly amused and wonder (hoping!) that, maybe, with her current collection of patrons, a NON-chicken-size person might end up in the pond by the end of the night, tol, "they genuinely enjoy it. Or, at least, they enjoy trying to fight more."

And Summer set Seivarden's whiskey on front of her, followed the three shots.

"Three specials today," she confirmed proudly, "which means you have to try one of each."

"Don't I get one whisky for each of them?"

You had to have seen that question coming, Summer.

Well, the whiskey wasn't on special, so Seivarden could have three for each shot, for all she cared.

Responsible serving? What was that?

"If you insist," said Summer, getting at least the second one poured because she knew how Seivarden drank.

And since drinks was one of the things she spent most of her money on, she was definitely going to have one with each.

"What special did I miss last week?"

"Oh!" Summer brightened, pleased and a little surprised that she'd even asked. "You missed a good one last week! We had an abundance of celery at the store on Monday, so I made Bloody Mary's! You'd have loved them! I can make them again, though, if you still want to try them. I know you do!"

"If you're that enthusiastic about them I'm guessing I really don't," Seivarden said before downing the red jello shot.

"They were so disgusting, even I was a little grossed out!" Summer informed her brightly. "I'll definitely do them again. But not next week. I want to do something special for the new semester sort of thing."

Wouldn't that be great, Seivarden? Getting a whole flock of new kids hooked on jello shot specials to come in every Wednesday?

"Why would you want to gross your costumers out?" Seivarden asked, not that surprised.

"Because it's fun," said Summer, without missing a beat and looking not only proud now, but also insistently firm on this perspective. "And it keeps things interesting. I mean, you can't really say that it's boring, right?"

"I think we have different ideas about what's fun," Seivarde said, downing the second shot.

"Obviously," said Summer with an amused, yet derisive snort. "I'm actually surprised you even know the meaning of the word."

"We just have different opinions on what that means."

That wasn't even true.

"So what does it mean?" asked Summer, as she poured Seivarden the third whiskey for good measure. "To you?"

"Here? Spending time with friends, drinking, maybe other things, watching entertainments, playing with the cat."

She downed another drink.

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