fandomtownies | 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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"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.

Caritas; Wednesday [05/06].

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