fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [06/24].

Surprise, surprise. There was still, like, a ton of fruit at Caritas that night, which made Summer grunt just a little bit with irritation because it was bad enough having to deal with random overstock of things at T&C without also having to deal with it at the bar, too, but, at least with the bar, she knew the person who ran the place would actually help do something about it instead of just expecting her to and just going off and flirting with her Friends from Home at your birthday party even though she expressly asked you not to, Shunsui.

But whatever. She was going to be busy slicing up strawberries and bananas to garnish the jello shots she made with, and googling what kind of fruit best compliments whiskey.

Because when life gave you lemons....make lemon drops.

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Lava Flow w/fresh cut fruit!

First One Free to All Wednesday Activity participants!
And to anyone ordering a Lemon Drop, Mai Tai, Mojito, or Daiquiri

Also, I swear the lava thing is pure coincidence.

Caritas is open!

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"That looks fruity," Seivarden said, leaning against the bar. "Does it go really well with Mai Tais?"

"I mean," said Summer, "yeah. They're both tropical flavors that use rum as a base, they go great together. But don't take my word for it. You should try for yourself."

That being said, she was still getting a shot preemptively set in front of her, as well as a whiskey, because Summer had researched and was not letting a good apple slice garnish on the rim of Seivarden's usual drink go to waste!

And then she worked on the Mai Tai.

...she didn't think she'd need to get Seivarden liquored up to help make the proposal she'd been stewing on more appealing, but it also wouldn't hurt, either.

Seivarden promptly downed the jello shot.

"Not too bad," she said.

No, it wouldn't hurt.

"You always say that," said Summer, who had now finished the Mai Tai and was setting that down in front of Seivarden before subtly dropping off another jello shot to go with it as if for extra insurance, "so I'm just going to assume that's Radchaai for 'amazing job, Summer. I don't know how you do it, you are truly a master of the art of jello and booze.'"

"I suppose you are the best I know at that art," Seivarden said, who didn't know anyone else.

She downed the second jello shot and then took a sip from the Mai Tai.

You know what? That was definitely not a denial, so it was totes canon now, even if by default, and since Summer would truly be forever starving for affirmation, she was going to take it and preen like it was nobody's business.

And then, after basking in her circumstantial, technical awesomeness a little, the uncertainty that caused Summer to play Seivarden with all these drinks came slinking back and she shifted a little, and hesitated.

But it was going to drive her nuts if she didn't do anything.

"Hey," she ventured, "what are you doing after this? And please don't say something gross and tacky like 'probably Lucifer' because a) gross, b) tacky, and c) this is legit a serious question."

Although that kind of answer was way more Lucifer than Seivarden, but she wanted to nip that possibility in the bud, in that classic way of probably able to avoid it entirely if she'd just not said anything.

Seivarden paused.

"Why would I say something tacky like that?"

Yes, Lucifer might, but saying tacky things was a Lucifer thing.

"I don't have any plans. Why?"

Such a Lucifer thing, but, hey, things could be catching, especially on this personality petri dish of an island.

"You remember what we talked about on Monday?"

They had actually talked about quite a few things on Monday, but Summer didn't think she'd need to specify, especially not with the serious, somewhat clandestine tone her voice took.

"That Rosa's dog might be dead?" Seivarden said, leaning forward.

Summer took a moment, looking to see where tonight's radio squirrel parked himself, and then subtly, smoothly, poured a shot of rum and slid it down the bar for a good distraction.

And then leaned forward herself.

"I can't stop thinking about it!" she admitted in a rush, as if glad to finally be able to say it outloud. "Like, I know we said she always takes the dog, and she wouldn't do that, probably, but what if she did? Or like something happened, and the apartment's climate controlled so the body isn't rotting quite yet, because you know Rosa knows the exact temperature to keep a place to prevent bodies from rotting too much, right? I mean. I know it's not, like, likely, but what if, Seivarden? What if? I, like, could barely sleep last night, thinking about dead dogs and potentially, like, dead dog ghosts because ghosts don't care about walls, and I'd have Whatever-Her-Name-Is-Now's ghost coming over and being all 'you could have saved me, Summer, but you didn't, you biiiiiitch!' And, like, ohmygod, I can't even."

Which may have sounded a little dramatic, but she had some previous issues with vengeful dogs, so it was, like, a thing. You didn't get threatened by your childhood pet armed with a full-body mech suit over his being neutered without picking up at least a few complexes about it.

Seivarden paused.

"It is very unlikely," she began. "How would you even get in there? And how do you know there aren't traps?"

"Please," said Summer, scoffing slightly. "I've broken into my grandpa's lab about a gazillion times, and Rosa's got nothing on that psychopath. Also, I already scoped out the locks, they're surprisingly easy and I may have dug a little around Amaya because I have a feeling, if anyone knows the state of traps in Rosa's apartment, it would be her. The thing is, I can't do it alone, there's a new person on the floor and the last thing I want is to get caught sneaking into a cop's apartment. Rosa's been super chill about the whole pot thing, so, yeah. I need a look-out. And, also, you've actually been in there, you know the layout, you know where we could find a dead dog if there was in fact one there."

"So you want my help? To look for the dog?"

Seivarden looked at Summer.

"You said you were worried about the dog," Summer reminded her pointedly, looking back, almost as if to challenge any narrative that might have suggested that Seivarden herself wasn't two steps from being ready to break into that apartment on Monday.

She'd asked her not to break down the door even, for godssake. You didn't get much more 'hey, Summer, break into Rosa's apartment' than that.

"She's a stupid dog, but I don't want her to starve to death," Seivarden said with a sigh.

For some reason, that sigh in particular made Summer grin.

"Stupid dogs," she pointed out, "need even more help than normal dogs, too."

"They do, don't they," Seivarden said. I mean,if Issa... Not that she would be that stupid."

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