Caritas; Wednesday [07/08].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer just let out a big, long sigh of relief when she settled behind the counter of Caritas for her shift. Caritas which had air conditioning and Caritas which didn't have several feet of lemon Squishy to bail out of, Caritas which didn't have a fine sheen of stickiness coating everything that needed to be scrubbed away, Caritas which didn't have bees.

There were a few flies around the zombies, sure, but that was pretty normal.

She'd made an effort at least look somewhat presentable tonight for her shift, since the only clothes she seemed to have left were the very same ones she'd been wearing all day while cleaning up Turtle & Canary after yesterday's little Squishy-splosion, but then it got to a point where she almost didn't care. It wasn't like she was suddenly going to impress someone in new ways just because she put on a cute top, right? She was just glad to be done cleaning and to be somewhere where there was booze, and a lot of it at this point.

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
There are none.
It's just shots.
Just regular shots.
It's been a long day.

Caritas is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"No shots? Really?"

And let's forget about drunk texting.

Seivarden, who was wearing her last acceptably clean shirt, leaned against the bar.

"Then I'll just have whisky. And a glass of water."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer just looked at the sign for a moment and pointed out the two lines on it that said there were, in fact, shots.

"There's shots," she added, since clearly reading was not Seivarden's strong suit, "just no jello shots. I didn't have time to make them today."

But she got Seivarden her whiskey, and her glass of water, and, as if to prove that there were, in fact, shots, a shot of brandy, too.

"So what was up with that text last night?"

You didn't honestly think she'd just forget it, Seivarden, now, did you?

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden made a gesture with her hand.

"Half a bottle of tequila."

She had woken up with quite a headache.

"What kept you busy?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer frowned a little in confusion, as she put that answer up against what Seivarden had sent.

"I didn't talk you into drinking half a bottle of tequila," she said, with a faint snort because half a bottle? Amatuer. "I mean, I would, probably, but I didn't? I don't think? And," she sighed with all the tired misery that the day had left her with, "we had to clean the store today. The Squishy machine went nutso yesterday. It finally stopped, but it was like a Squishy warzone in that place by the time it did. So I've been literally cleaning and getting stung by bees all day. It's been super awesome."

[1000yearstoolate]

Dropping the subject of the tequila, Seivarden said:

"Stung by bees? Now I do feel sorry for you."

Sort of. If she didn't think about break-ins.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Gee, thanks," said Summer. "That'll really help soothe the literal bee-stung pain in my ass right now."

Sitting was going to be awkward for at least a week.

"I guess I'm just glad I'm not allergic, you know?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Don't you have decent treatments for bee stings somewhere?" Seivarden asked. "I mean, you're not stuck on this planet."

She downed the shot.

"Or you could try swimming in the sea. Are you coming to the party on Saturday by the way?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," said Summer, "I kind of don't trust alien hospitals after my dad caused an intergalactic incident by refusing to let them cut off his junk to save some big-wig alien humanitarian, or...alienitarian, I guess you'd call him, or whatever. And the island's clearly going through some stuff right now, too, so I'm not sure I'd trust swimming in the sea right now, either.

"But, duh, obviously I'm going to the party." She smirked a little. "Even if it's your name."

The little gagging sound and expression she made just then wasn't quite as good as the one inspired by when she first read that, but it was still there, for Seivarden's benefit.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smirked.

"If you're not careful I might uninvite you."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's a public party on a public beach," Summer pointed out. "You can't uninvite shit. Besides, we both know I have an excellent knack for getting into places I shouldn't be."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Fine, I can persuade Tisarwat not to go," Seivarden countered.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's expression begged the question of if that was honestly the best Seivarden got.

"Some friend you are," she said. "Just using her as a ploy in your plot, like a pawn in your weird game to somehow make your party less awesome by not having me there? Please. Besides, she's totally stoked about the party, too, I don't see how you could possibly convince her not to go, anyway."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I could say that Duke has decided to serve finger food," Seivarden said with a grin, mostly amused that Summer actually knew that. Unless she was lying, but Seivarden guessed not.

"So you two are getting along?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Finger foods?" asked Summer, who only realized too late that she probably didn't really want an answer to that, so she just turned the flash of a puzzled expression into one that was more preening.

"And yes," she said, "we are, thank you. She's very cool. It's hard to believe you two are from the same universe sometimes."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden considered teasing Summer about drowning in lilac eyes, but decided it was too much.

"Good to hear."

At least Summer was a better choice for Tisarwat than Amaya.

"So, have you written her any poetry yet?"

There was just a tiny smirk as she sipped her drink.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah, you definitely didn't want to get Summer started on those eyes, Seivarden. There was a Pinterest board. It was a problem.

Which made the dubious snort all the more ironic.

"Poetry?" she asked. "What is this, 1820?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden snorted.

"She's Radchaai. If you want to impress her, you need to write her poetry."

She added:

"It probably doesn't have to be good."

Or you would have to compete with your neighbour there.

[sith_said]

Cait wasn't entering the bar in his current mud-demon state, no.

But he was perfectly capable of opening the door (sorry for all the mud on it) and hollering inside:

"Summer, mah lassie! Ah need yer help! Dae ye happen tae hae a hose handy!?"

It was bad when Cait wanted to be sprayed down with water.

[thatwaslucky]

After today's event, Rey was down to a one piece bathing suit and a bedsheet she'd wrapped around her waist as a skirt because she wasn't used to showing that much.

"This week," she said.

Which should sum it up?

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer just blinked at Seivarden for a moment before a grin broke out on her face.

"Oh. Mygod," she said. "Do you write poems for Lucifer?? Please tell me you do. I bet that shit's hilarious, too."

Just be glad she didn't ask if she ever wrote poems for Rosa.

[somethingwithturquoise]

And it was in that moment that Summer realized she had no ifea.of they had a hose.

"Tino!" she yelled, because they were yelling now, even if he was, like, right there. "Do we have a hose??"

And after he recovered enough to answer, "There's one out back, Cait! I'll meet you out there!"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Need something a little stronger than a Dr. Pepper?" Summer ventured. "Also, and I swear to you, this is not sarcasm, bit I love what you've done with the sheet. But yeah. This week blows, and it's only Wednesday...."

[1000yearstoolate]

Grinning, Seivarden said: "Summer, what kind of relationship do you think Lucifer and I have? And even if it was the poetry writing kind, I'm old enough to know that I suck at writing it."

After a sip, she said: "Don't try to plagiarize, I'm sure Tisarwat has read at least some Earth love poetry, so it might get embarrassing."

She wasn't sure at all, but Summer should make an effort.

[sith_said]

Thank the gods.

"Yoo're a blessin', hen!"

And then he sludged his way back around the bar, squelching with every step, until he stopped a good few feet in front of her, looking up very pathetically.

He'd... ah... seen better days.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"What kind of relationship do you think me and Tisarwat habe?" Summer asked, scoffing a little as she threw the question right back at her. "You're not seeing me throwing a beach party," her hands lifted for finger quotes, and a mild impression of Lucifer, "'in her naaame.

"I'm not writing her poetry," she concluded firmly. "Besides, I already introduced her to TikTok, and that's, like, poetry in motion."