Caritas; Wednesday [06/03].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had been feeling a little bored that night, and so she was practicing some fancy barwork tricks that she'd been looking up on YouTube, and she was feeling pretty confident about her success thus far, which meant grinning a bit as she looked over to her hapless but intrepid coworker with a grin.

"Hey, Tino," she said, "check this out."

And she went to perform the simple flip to pour manuever that she had literally just done, like, a million times, only to promptly screw it up, dropping the bottle (thankfully an empty one), and wincing as it smashed on the floor.

Which just made Tino shake his head at her, insist on showing her how it was really done, only to...promptly screw it up, dropping the bottle, and cringing as it smashed on the floor.

Summer snorted. "Clean-up on Aisle Show-Off."

Tino snorted back. "That's your other job."

"...just go get a broom, Tino."

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Strawberry Jalapeño
First One Free for Wednesday Activity Participants!

Caritas is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"Strawberry Jalapeño? I'm not sure about that one."

Seivarden leaned against the bar.

"But I'll try one anyway."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's a little bit sweet," said Summer, "and a little bit spicy, just like," she grinned as she put a hand oh-so-humbly to her chest, with a oh-so-innocent expression to match, "everyone's favorite Wednesday bartender, so, yeah...it's probably not for you."

Like, that one was just too good to just ignore. And then Seivarden had a nice jello shot in front of her, followed quickly thereafter by the requisite whiskey chaser.

"How's your week been, Seivarden?"

And please don't give her a reason to livetweet awkward conversations and almost get #oldpeopletryingtoflirt trending again.

[1000yearstoolate]

That depended on who else showed up. And you'd have to introduce Seivarden to Twitter if she was to find out.

"Not too bad," Seivarden said, reaching for the shot. "Yours?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"...Better," said Summer, after a moment's thought, because that was a nice, simple, and truthful answer, but the softness that had taken over her expression sharpened into a smirk pretty quickly as she offered, "I had a good weekend. Depsite my dad causing an intergalactic meltdown by refusing to donate his junk to save the life of some hot-shot space civil right's leader. It was a day."

Just once it would be nice to go home without some sort of multidimensional crisis, but that just wasn't the Smith way.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden raised an eyebrow.

"Is that what your family usually do?"

She downed the shot.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Not intentionally!" Summer chirped, almost proudly, in a bit of a sing-song, concluding with a snort. "But, yeah, here's seriously rarely been a dull moment at the Smith house ever since my grampa moved back in, and, really, if there is? Then that means something is seriously wrong. Like, brain slugs or replaced by clones or stuck in a pocket dimension kind of wrong. I miss it sometimes. And then I go home and remember why I was so quick to move out in the first place."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden reached for her whisky. "Sounds a bit too exciting."

She paused. "So how good is your Grampa at controlling dimensions? Better than Portalocity?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's not exactly hard to 'better than Portalocity,'" Summer snorted again, idly setting down another shot for Seivarden. "But he's good. He's the only one in our dimension with actual dimension portal capabilities, it was a whole thing a while ago, Earth got invaded and everything over it, but he's also a sociopathic egomaniac, so good luck getting his help with anything like that. Whenever I want to skip the Portalocity headache, I usually have to just steal his portal gun."

She then eyed Seivarden speculatively. "Why do you ask?" she ventured. "Are you actually finally realizing that, oh. Hey, maybe that girl I talk to nearly every week who has mad interdimensional experience might be able to help me with my whole 'block from my home universe thing?? Or is this something unrelated, because you're not even marginally self-aware enough to realize that you could even ask other people for that kind of help?"

[1000yearstoolate]

This was interesting enough for Seivarden to ignore the insult.

"Well, could you help?"

She sipped her whisky, then added, to make it sound less serious:

"Or at least fix so that Lucifer can call his murderous ex so that he stops moping."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Ohhhhhh. That's what this was about.

Summer fixed Seivarden with a very unimpressed look.

"As fas as I understood it," she said, "Lucifer can actually fix that himself, and, if he wanted my help, he could ask for that himself, too. I'm not going through some errand person. Unless this is all you just trying to score some points by trying to fix all his problems, which 1: you can't fix other people's problems that they won't even fix themselves, and 2: you're really going to come to me for that after your whole 'ohhhh, Summer has a crush on you' bit you pulled last week? Really?"

[1000yearstoolate]

It had actually been about Seivarden not wanted to beg Summer to help her get home. She hadn't quite expected that reaction.

"Actually I just want to get home to my universe, my time. Do you think I want to be stuck here forever? But if I can't have that, having a friend stop being annoyingly grumpy would be nice. I didn't realise you took it badly."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's brows knitted slightly.

"And people think my logic is weird," she murmured, before shaking her head. She sighed, then looked at Seivarden for a long, serious kind of moment.

"Of course I'll try," she told her. "I've honestly been waiting for something like that to click in that weird brain of yours for a while not. Not necessarily about the dimensions in particular, but, I mean, I've listened to complain about how much you hate being stuck on Earth for how long, and here I'm just sitting here with a dimension-hopping spaceship...All you had to do was ask."

Another sigh, and she folded her arms in front of her, leaning on the bar. "Like I said," she added, "I'll probably have to steal the gun, and from there, there's the issue of even figuring out how to configurate it to your actual dimension. Grampa Rick's got a database, but the odds of it being that extensive are unlikely. It might take a few tries. And there's a risk that if he finds out what I've been doing, then he'll block the channel for good. He's actually currently blocked me from accessing Kanan and Hera's galaxy right now, and I haven't been able to figure out how to remove a block like that, and it's especially hard when I'm all the way over in this dimension. It's a slim chance," she warned, "but it is still a chance."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden looked at Summer, now serious.

"That's better than no chance at all."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer nodded. "I'll see what I can do, then."

And, then, after a moment: "If it doesn't work, though, I definitely don't want to hear your whining and complaining about how I failed you or anything like that, deal? No offense, but you're definitely the kind of person to look a gift horse straight in the mouth, kick it, and then complain that it limps when you ride it."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course I wouldn't complain about that," Seivarden said, trying not to look too offended.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, kind of like how Summer was trying to not look too sketptical?

Except that Summer wasn't really bothering with the trying part.

"We'll see," she allowed. "I'll start poking my brother to get a feel for what sort of opening I might have to swipe the portal gun. He moved where he keeps it from the last time I found it, but I did do some canvasing while I was home so I have a pretty good idea where it is right now. I'm sure he thinks he's so clever, keeping it in a drawer with those snacks from Morbi-Obesicrom 8 that are seriously so packed with carbs, you will literally gain weight just by being near them."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Those sound terrible," Seivarden said. "But I appreciate that you'll consider looking into it."

She paused.

"I'll have another jello shot."

It was to say thank you, Summer.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Or, you know, she could just....say 'thank you,' but whatever.

Summer was more than happy to ply more gelatinous booze onto Seivarden any day, and set another one down.

"They're good," she preened, although she knew it was probably just a subject-matter-related request more than anything else, "aren't they?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"They're... better than expected," Seivarden said.

That was another 'thank you'.