Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

Cait Sith sidled into his shift at Caritas oh so carefully.

Why? Because it had been a week of goats and puppies apparently and, while he'd been spared some of it, Beaker hadn't been and Cait had no wish to be chewed on more to balance the cosmic scales or something.

Look, puppies had already been in the bar once. It was just smart to be careful!

Luckily, only the zombie band and Tino were in the bar when he got there and that, well, he didn't care about.

"Ye'r hackit enough tae be a goat bit, sae far, ye'v hud th' guid sense tae nae huv a go tae sloch me," he said to Tino. "Ye kin bade."

For now.

Look, someone had to make the drinks Cait didn't feel like making!

Caritas is Open!

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer wasn't trying to turn Friday nights at the bar into a tradition or anything, but a Friday night here and there was always good, plus it was the end of the first week and so that seemed a reason to celebrate, and she felt like she might actually be able to do something that day, which had not been the case at all for, like, the whole week.

"Cait!" she greeted her favorite bartender other than herself brightly, feeling pretty confident that hers, at least, should be a dirnk he'd want to make. "How's it going? What's a good color for the end of the first week of a new semester, do you think?"

[sith_said]

"Summer! Ah, ye'r a sight fur loupin een!" he said, delighted by her presence. "And ah suppose it depends oan howfur yer week haes gaen! dae nae tempt me intae rid, fur th' blood o' mah enemies!"

It had a been a… weird week for Cait.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"The...blood of your enemies?" asked Summer, who definitely knew she'd interpreted that right, but that didn't mean she understood, and she slid onto a stool to lean on the counter a little and quirk her head with the utmost interest. "I mean, that is always a good point of inspiration, but I am going to need a little more elaboration on that."

[sith_said]

He heaved a sigh.

"Summer, it haes bin a week."

And he was looking ahead and suspecting that there would be six more of them, much like it!

"First, a'm in ungulate yoga," not that he needed the flexibility but it had seemed interesting, "and brassic Beaker 'n' ah, we hud tae thole a maist tairible batter upon oor persons by bairn goats! Then thir's an animal handling class that hud wee dugs! Beaker barely escaped wi' his lee! whit if wee dugs invade th' boozer again!?"

Look, puppies and baby goats were very threatening when you were basically a stuffed toy.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"If wee dogs invade the boozer again," Summer offered with a faint smile that was mostly trying to be sympathetic as well as hide her amusement, "I'll try to give you a heads up or at least I'll bring Pancakes in and she can show them all what's what. She's pretty fierce for such a tiny little lady. But it sounds like you're having a rough time with your summer courses, though. Maybe I should be getting you the drink tonight."

[sith_said]

"Och, nae," he said, "it wid be an unnatural order o' hings! Dinnae trauchle yersel' aboot buying me a dram!"

Cait hopped down to see what colour appealed to him for Summer's drink.

"Ah will be getting yer dram tae ye shortly 'n' fur th' record, a'm muckle mair partial tae cats 'n' wid nae mynd meetin yer Pancakes at a'!"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"She's actually never been in the bar before," Summer realized with a thoughtful tilt of her head, "but she used to love hanging around and meeting people in my old jello shop on Coruscant, so I bet she'd like it here, too. I mean, I feel like Kitty can't complain about me bringing a cat in the bar, either, if she brings in puppies sometimes. And people here are much less likely to assume she's on the menu than they were out there; I think she'd really appreciate that."

And if it turns out she actually hated it, which would also not surprise Summer, they lived right across the street, so she could just take her back home and be back before a fifteen minute break was even up...

[sith_said]

"Then it seems tae me as if a visit is a' bit required! at least tae check oot th' environs wance!"

Hm… what colour… ah-ha! He had it!

"Juist gie th' wee moggie warning afore ye dae sae. 'N' ye owned a jello shop?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I did!" Summer brightly latched onto the last part of what Cait said as another example of maybe knowing what he said with the part of it, but not sure enough to really feel confident about responding to it. The last part, though, had been easy. "In space! It was really popularand I was doing pretty well for myself, but I eventually had to sort of blow it up and head out of town because it was actually a secret cover-up operation for a rebel spy base."

Like you do.

[sith_said]

It was a true fact that some of Cait's dialogue was more comprehensible than other parts of it.

"'N' noo howfur ye git heavy goin in a' o' that seems lik' a story in 'n' o' itself!"

Cait cheerfully clattered about as he made Summer's drink.

Limoncello, Galliano, and Advocaat for the colour and then some vodka because three alcohols weren't enough already, some orange and mango juice and then, to top it off, he stuck a handful of those fuzzy peach gummies in there.

A twirly straw (in orange) topped it off and he popped back up with her drink.

"Tah-dah!"

He made no promises on the taste!

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ooooooooh!"

If looks alone were anything to go off of, Cait had clearly passed this week's test.

"Ohmygod," Summer then gushed, once the initial spectacle and awe of the finished product was out, "that's perfect. You said blood of your enemies, right? So the little peach rings almost work like red blood cells!"

Summer, what.

"That's perfect!"

Also, it was boozy and fruity. It met all of Summer's taste requirements, really.