fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [07/15].

Entry tags:

Caritas; Wednesday [07/15].

You know, for a brief moment, Summer thought maybe, just maybe, being at a bar with a live (well, not alive, but still, you know, live) band would finally give her a break from the music that had been playing on the entire island since Sunday, but that was when Summer realized that she wasn't nearly as jaded and cynical as she thought she was, because that was the hope of a very blindly hopeful and naive woman right there.

Because the band was playing the same music. For some god awful reason, and she was giving them withering looks until she finally decided to cave into threats.

"I swear to god," she said, "if you guys don't stop that shit right now, I am never going to stop trashing your new album on literally all my social media platforms. And I have so many of those, I could build a bridge to Hawaii right now..."

They considered this, finally started playing something else, and then, occassionally, would slip back into the thematic music for a little while just to see how long it took Summer to notice.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials
Apple, Orange, Cherry, Pear, and Peach!
First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants!
And Any of Our Lovely Animal Friend Visitors!

Sure, why not? Summer would seriously love to see some of these wholesome ass critters get irresponsibly shitfaced like it was nobody's business.

Caritas is open!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course your favourite regular whom you'd had an awkward conversation with on Saturday was going to show up, Summer. Possibly without mentioning the conversation.

"Why are you encouraging the animals?" she asked. "Oh, wait, I take that back, let's get them drunk."

It was as if she had read the narrative.

Seivarden. Almost every conversation with you was awkward in one way or another, anyway.

But that comment was getting a finger pointed at her in approval with an almost proud sounding "Now you get it," as she went to not only pour Seivarden her usual whiskey, but also put together a nice arrangement of each of the different flavored shots for her. "Hilarious. Free entertainment. And good business for the bar. Yes, please."

"So let's hope for that," Seivarden said, raising her whisky glass. "How are you doing this week?"

"I'm making mega ~~handwavey~~ bank on turnips," Summer said with a shrug, "and it's a good thing my cat really like fresh seabass. There's a pair of raccoons that I think are trying to do, like, the softest hostile takeover of the store that I've ever seen, and I don't think Tisarwat completely hates me anymore, so all and all? Not too bad. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Glad to have my clothes back."

In case Summer noticed such things, Seivarden was wearing something that looked like summer clothes of a more feminine cut, with thin gloves, thanks to a shopping trip to Paris with Lucifer.

"Good to hear about Tisarwat."

Summer was definitely one to notice, but after Saturday, she wasn't about to comment on the fact that she not only liked it, but she thought Seivarden wore it well, too.

"Yeah," she said, "I figured your nosy ass was going to ask about her anyway so I thought I'd save you the step."

"I'm not nosy Seivarden said, well aware that she sort of was. "I'm just happy to see you two get along."

She reached for one of the jello shots, trying not to think about what she had said regarding them on Saturday.

"I don't think she'd ever hate you over a thing like that anyway."

Well, that was probably true, especially when an unpromped, unexpectedly dirty picture of hands wasn't even the biggest thing Summer dropped on Tisarwat about Seivarden that day...

...but that would have to be between them now.

"I mean," she allowed, "I wouldn't entirely blame her if she did, but at least now we both have good material to try to blackmail or extort you with in the future!

She sounded entirely too cheerful about that.

"Please," Seivarden said. "As if anyone here would care. And blackmailing people with semi-nude pictures is just tasteless."

She downed the jello shot.

"Besides, why would you two blackmail me?"

Summer shrugged. "You never know," she said. "It's always good to have a well-stocked arsenal for any occasion, and not all weapons are guns and swords."

"At least that's true," Seovarden said with a chuckle. "Although now I want you to tell Amaya that."

"She'd agree, too," Summer predicted, "and then launch into an exhaustive...and exhausting list of literally every other weapon ever created..."

She rolled her eyes, but it was in a loving way, really.

"Exactly," Seivarden grinned. "A long list."

"Probably followed by the prices of each of them, too," Summer mused, "and exactly why I might need them and it would be money well spent. Or Bells, I guess, at the moment. Do you think she's wondered yet if she could just make her own Bells? Would that be illegal in this society? Would her Bells turn into money once these animals head out?"

These were really important questions that Summer spent way too much time thinking about and mostly told herself it was better not to think about them.

"I really have no idea, Summer."

Seivarden hadn't thought about it.

"I had hoped for a normal week. Without this terrible music. I woke up on Sunday thinking it was part of the hangover."

"If only!" Summer snorted. "At least hangover music would eventually stop or be drowned out with more booze or medicine."

Speaking of more booze, Summer was just gonna take a sec, top that drink off...

"Rough morning, then, I take it?"

"About what I expected," Seivarden said, reaching for the refilled glass. "It was a party, after all."

"It was still a nice party, thoigh," Summer offered optimistically, helpfully, "despite the heat and the lack of clothes and everyone apparently baring their souls. I had a good time anyway...and it was a pretty good crowd, too."

"Yes, well, that 'baring their souls' part felt a little like kids getting drunk and being unable to keep their mouths shut, It's less attractive in adults."

She downed the next jello shot.

"I'd like to have one where things are normal. But you're right, it wasn't bad and it could have been worse."

"Ohmygod," said Summer, folding her arms in front of her to lean on the bar and smirk at Seivarden after subtly replacing the flavors of the jello shots she'd already gone through with fresh ones. "Please tell me that teenaged you would get toootally drunk and spill your soul with pages of terrible romantic poetry to your crushes..."

Seivarden looked guilty. She tried not to, but failed.

"Where did you get that idea from?"

She reached for two of the shots.

"Literally the thing you just said," Summer offered by way of explaination, "plus what you said on Saturday when you were all, 'OH. Em. Gee, Summer, you should, like, totally write Tisarwat poetry, because you two are all yoooung and cuuuute, and that's totally what young, cute Radchaai do.'"

No, that wasn't exactly what Seivarden said, verbatim, or anything, but Summer's 'impression' of Seivarden sounded literally nothing like her, either. Accuracy was not the point here.

And then she deflected from all that with a smirking, "Did you ever write Rosa poetry?"

Seivarden sighed.

"Summer, even if I was passionately in love with someone I wouldn't write them poetry."

"Not anymore anyway," Summer corrected with her grin only growing, "right?"

"I might have written a terrible poem or two when I was seventeen or so," Seivarden admitted. "Satisfied? I will never ever write poetry again unless the island makes me do it."

"Oh, man," Summer gushed, her grin now practically ear to ear, fawning with a hand to her chest and a dreamy fluttering of her eyes that she was honestly surprised she managed to pull off without just dying laughing. "I can't wait until the island makes you write bad poetry, Seivarden. Maybe it'll be a Wednesday! We can do an open mic night! You can read it to the whole bar."

"If the island would make me write bad poetry, I'll blame the island."

It would be so humiliating.

"Tisarwat hasn't written you a poem yet?"

"No." Summer scoffed a little. "Should I be offended? Or should I just chalk it up to her having way more sense than you when you were her age?"

Insert pointed lift of her brow.

Edited 2020-07-15 21:40 (UTC)

"Summer, Tisarwat probably spent her first paycheck on those purple eyes. Even I knew better."

She made a gesture with her hand.

"Not a criticism, she's a great kid."

"And those eyes are amazing." Don't get her started on the eyes, Seivarden. "Money totally well spent, if you ask me. They're such a good color for her, too, but I mean..." She held up her phone in its dedicatedly purple case. "I am a little biased."

"Did you get the phone case before or after you met her?" Seivarden grinned.

"Way before," Summer assured her loftily. "I've had this case for freakin' ever, it's practically a signiture statement at this point. Hey, maybe that's something I can write her a poem about. Clearly, it's destiny, what with our matching eyes and phone case."

"Clearly the will of Amaat," Seivarden said, grin widening.

"Do you need me to call Eric?" Lucifer asked, wandering into the bar with his hands in his pockets. "He's currently dying of mortification and prone to murdering musicians when the mood strikes."

"Would this call to Eric involve the discussion of hiring an underage bartender and/or lowering the drinking age so it's not an issue, too?" Summer asked, as she already started pouring Luicer a scotch. "Because I'm pretty sure I'll be out of job if Kitty found out I let the competetion brutally dismember our house band."

She set the scotch down kn the bar with a grin.

"Alternate option: they'll have to play something else if someone were to, say, I don't know, want to perform something."

"Do karaoke?" Lucifer said, sounding thoughtful about it. "Perhaps. And anyway, I think you can drink whatever you want at the Devil's Nest right now. He's hiding."

From Lucifer. As he should, the bloody hot mess.

"A little karaoke would at least help break up the motonoy and the boredom of the current playlist considerably," Summer pointed out, "and you might want to pass that on to Tiny, then, too, because I don't think he really likes me much."

Well, maybe if you stopped just helping yourself to shit behind his bar, Summer.

"And that also doesn't solve the potentially being fired from my job part."

As if she didn't also have two other ones.

"So why's Eric hiding?" she added, because she sort of felt that he was dangling that particular thread a bit. "And would you like anything besides your very fine sctoch, Mr. Morningstar?"

"He's hiding because he apparently has an awkward stalker crush on me and he blurted that out at the party this weekend," Lucifer said merrily. "I'll have one of each of your shots, and... hm. Any genre preferences?"

"Well, look at you," said Summer, snorting and feigning being super impressed while she took a moment to arrange the variety of jello shots oh-so-artfully before setting them in front of him, "collecting crushes like they're freakin' Pocket Monsters."

And Summer was way at a disadvantage against an old ass sexy brooding vampire, but at least she wasn't awkward stalker about it. She hoped.

"And maybe we should go for something actually from this century this time."

Because technically speaking....

"I'd prefer it if the Pocket Monsters left me alone, actually," Lucifer said, pulling a face. "Especially Eric."

Had you ever had an ancient vampire go suuuuper intense on you? Yeah, no. He vastly preferred Summer.

"And next thing you'll ask me is 'this decade'..."

In another dimension, she had! Unfortunately, that whole Teenaged Vampire Queen issue came out too late for it to be incorperated into this dimension's Summer's timeline without some majorly awkward jossing, which was kiiiind of a bummer, really.

But the whole left me alone part inspired a little bit of a face, but it wasn't, like, a big thing, because, hey, he was the one who walked into her bar this time.

"No," she said, lifting a finger with the spark of inspiration. "I'll do you one better. Technology from this decade. TikTok meme songs. Only not 'Blinding Lights,' because I'm saving that one for myself for a special occasion."

"TikTok meme songs," Lucifer echoed. "Well, I'm not doing 'Old Town Road'."

He could torture Eric with it, he wasn't going to even try his hand at it.

He pulled up his phone, and then his Tiktok account, scrolling for inspiration. "You know this would be easier if any of the recent hits were even remotely in my range," he sighed. "I suppose I can do 'Dance Monkey' if you don't mind me not squeaking."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Caritas; Wednesday [07/15].

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject