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Caritas; Wednesday [07/22].

It had sort of been turning out to be a quiet night again at Caritas, and so Tino decided to approach Summer about maybe getting her honest opinion on something, and she, brows lifted, reminded him that her 'honest opinion' on something means not holding back, and he explained that, yes, that was why he wanted her to look it over, because he knew she wasn't likely to hold back.

Still, he said that was why he wanted her to look at it, because he knew she wouldn't sugar-coat it, and so he handed her a stack of papers with a story scribbled haphazardly onto it, she looked mildly impressed by the sheer volume, and then, without much better to do, because to read.

She only made it a few paragraphs before she gushed, "Ohmygod, is this fanfiction?"

And it had barely gotten out of her mouth before Tino, already sulking and glowering at her, swiped it away protectively and went to brood at the other side of the bar.

"What?" Summer called to him, lifting her hands as if they were innocent of whatever transgression she was guilty of. "I didn't say it was a bad thing, come on!" He just shook his head at her and she grunted. "You're going to need a tougher skin that that if you want to get into the writing business, Tino! So much for my honest opinion!"

And then she was just going ot sulk a little bit, too, because there she went, opening her big mouth again just in time to ruin something fun, because, sure, she hadn't gotten far into it, but from what she could tell, it actually wasn't really that bad...

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!
Tipsy Chai
First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants!

Yeah. Someone still had a lot of chai tea mix from yesterday...

Caritas is open!

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"Can't you at least use proper tea," Seivarden asked, leaning against the bar. Then she made a gesture with her hand.

"No, wait, that would be worse."

"That's it," said Summer, with an air of decisiveness and conclusion, as she took a second, seemed to gauge Seivarden a little, and then set down two of the jello shots and the usual whiskey in front of her. "Next week, I'm using all the cheap-ass, bottled, mass-produced high-fructose corn syrup sweetened iced tea I can find."

She wasn't. Not really.

Or maybe...

"No you're really trying to annoy me," Seivarden said. "Fine, no jello shots today, unless you can convince me that it would truly hurt you."

But she already set them in front of you, Seivarden. That clearly meant you had to have them.

Summer eyed Seivarden furiously for a moment, as if trying to decide if she could bring herself to actually do.what she was asking, and, yeah. No. She reached a conclusion that she was definitely not doing that.

She was pulling out her phone instead.

"Oh," she declared, "it won't hurt me at all. But I can think of a certain blacksmith who it might hurt when she finds out it's free shot night for anyone who's ever taught a class on Radchaai entertainments and the literal one other person on the island who fits that bill won't even have any with her..."

"Oh, Amaya won't be able to persuade me."

She totally would.

"Oh, sure," Summer agreed easily as she sent out a message, "just like she totally hasn't been able to persuade you a million other times in the past."

And, not long after she'd finished that statement, her phone pinged with a reply and she frowned as she read it.

"Although I guess, this time, you're actually right," she said. "She says thanks, but she can't come it tonight because she's sick."

The phone bleeped again. Summer looked.

"Apparently from bad meat-on-a-stick at the Shenanigans..."

Which was...odd, because Summer didn't recall seeing her there this week.

Another bloop.

"Also, she says to tell you not to worry about it, because she says she knows you're going to."

And then Summer fixed Seivarden with a look to determine whether Amaya had been right about that.

"She's sick?"

Seivarden pulled out her phone and sent Amaya a text too.

Are you ok?

Now she remembered that Amaya hadn't answered her previous text, which was a bit odd.

Then she looked at Summer, smirking.

"She knows me that well?"

"Gross," said Summer, tucking her phone away again and maybe adding another jello shot to Seivarden's collection as if she wouldn't notice or would forget that she was refusing to take them, "I don't need to know about how well you two know each other.

"They're still free, though," she offered. "If that doesn't sway you."

"You seemed curious enough before," Seivarden said. Then she sighed, reached for one of the shots and downed it.

"It was more fun before you knew that I knew," Summer admitted, with a small wrinkle of her nose, but she was still smirking because Seivarden had still taken the shot.

"Sooooo," she prompted, figuring she'd either get reluctant praise or a decent complaint, "how is it?"

"Not one of your better ones," Seivarden said. "It's that terrible chai taste."

"Now," said Summer, who folded her arms in front of her and leaned on the bar with interest, "is that just because you don't like chai in general, or it's just that it's not exactly particularly good chai, which is probably while we'll have it at the store for a million years because that's why no one's buying it."

"I can drink chai if it's made from actual tea and actual spices," Seivarden said. "But it's not my favourite. Are you going to keep using leftovers for your jello shots?"

"Not just leftovers," Summer promised, "but it can sometimes be a good way to get rid of stuff when I'm lacking a certain...spark of inspiration."

"You usually seem very inspired when it comes to jello shots," Seivarden observed.

"Yeaaaah," Summer agreed, with an almost wistful sort of sigh as she shrugged, "usually. But I guess even the best have their off days, y'know?"

"So you're having a bad day," Seivarden said. "And you're using leftovers."

"And you're getting free shots out of it," Summer noted. "What's your point?"

"That they're not your best shots," Seivarden said. "But fine, they're free. I'm not complaining about that."

Well, at least she was responding to this one!

It's fine!! Just a touch under the weather, that's all!

And then, like an afterthought:

Didn't Summer tell you not to worry about it?

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Yes, but I hadn't heard back from you.

What do you mean?

It was a gamble, Amaya figured, to act like she hadn't even gotten that last message, instead of just pretending like she'd meant to respond but got distrated by something, but she was going to go ahead and take that gamble.

Seivarden frowned.

I sent you a message.

What? Just now? I only got the one from Summer...

At least it was much easier pretending not to know what Seivarden was talking about over text rather than face-to-face, because even Amaya knew that she wasn't exactly good at that.

"This morning. Did you forget to turn on your phone?"

Even if I did forget, you'd think I'd have gotten it once I eventually did turn it on.

Maybe the phones were messing up. It wouldn't be the first time.

Technically speaking, none of those were outright lies, cushioned nicely in an air of generalities...

I did send one, suggesting a movie night. Aby night this week but Thursday.

Ah. Right. That new entertainment.

There was a bit of a pause after that one, as Amaya tried to think of where to take this next. A part of her was thinking she should just give it up, because it was turning out to be an awful lot of trouble crafting all these excuses, but then she reminded herself of why she was doing it, and, well...

Maybe Saturday, then? I should be up to snuff

and ready with a new excuse...

by then

Was something a bit off? Maybe. Seivarden had a vague feeling it was, but decided not to think about it.

Saturday then :)

Well, she was sick, wasn't she? A bit under the weather! Of course things would be a little off, right?

Then we have a plan!

Followed, a few moments later, as if she'd only just remembered:

:)

"Is the free shot because we spent part of the day wearing something silly?" Rey wondered as she took a seat at the bar.

"It's for being a good sport," Summer grinned faintly, "which I guess includes wearing silly things, and originally to help drive people in for Wednesday nights, but no one really does. Except you, I guess. Which meaaaans.....you want one? Or a few?"

Rey also got friend freebies. Summer had no scruples, please.

"I can try one," she said. "I was mainly wondering if I'd figured out the reasoning."

"A part of the reasoning, I guess?" Summer offered with an encouraging note, as she got one of the shots for Rey. "Silly things definitely falls under the larger umbrella. Although, I've got to admit, I was a little disappointed not to be called for this one. I would have killed for one of those pancake hats."

It was a whole thing, her and pancakes, don't know if anyone noticed.

"You want anything else? Water? Dr. Pepper?"

"Dr. Pepper," she said. "You know, I can see if I can get one of those hats if you really want it."

Rey had not kept hers.

Rey! What was wrong with you? Other than clearly not having a particular emotional attachment to pancakes?

"I mean," she offered, "I'm sure I can manage that, too, if I really wanted. I don't think Anakin's exactly stingy about inflicting that crap on anyone."

"Not unless he has a plan for it later," Rey agreed.

"I don't think I'd want to k know what he'd be using it for later," said Summer, setting down Rey's drink. "Because you have to give him this: he does like to keep the ridiculous fresh each week."

Then she smirked a little. "Can you imagine," she said, "if he had, like, an extra little tiny one, so then I could have a pancake hat for Pancakes??"

Her Instagram would lose its collective shit!

"I actually think I'd like one that's too big," Rey mused.

Really show how little!

"Ohmygod," said Summer. "Genius."

How Summer was going to get through this without even any scratches on her was truly a testament to her cat's impressive tolerance for bullshit.

"You'll have yo show me the end result," said Rey, who didn't know sge should be hoping blood wasn't involved.

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