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The band was still on their jam kick, which would be great, if it weren't for the fact that the drummer was still having a lot of difficulty with his arm, and Summer was momentarily distracted whenever they seemed to try to think of a new solution for having it stay in place, before she offered her own unsolicited advice (of course).

"I mean" she mused, "maybe this is, like, super obvious, but have you guys ever tried, like super glue or something?"

Which meant she was met with a whole set of withering looking on several half-rotted faces that made it very clear that of course they'd tried superglue, why wouldn't they have tried the most obvious thing anyone with literally half a brain (and often significantly less than that!) would think of?

Which also meant she would be nice and politely ignore the fact that they sent the keyboardist out for a bit, a keyboardist who returned with a small bag from the Kwik Stop that contained a bottle of superglue that they did a poor job of concealiing that they were trying.

"You guys could have at least gone to T&C," she pointed out. "Seriously."

They might have been a little smug about the fact that the superglue did not, in fact, work, but, really, there were no winners in this situation any way you looked at it.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants!

Chocolate Cherry
Ones with Spam

Caritas is open!

[[ and I have a new hero. ]]

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"What's spam?" Seivarden asked, when she showed up early in the evening.

To that, Summer had to grin.

"I'll tell you," she promised, as she went and set one of those truly sickly almost pale-flesh colored Spam shots down on the counter in front of Seivarden, followed by a much prettier Chocolate Cherry one, followed by a glass of whisky, all nice and neat in a row, "after you try it."

Seriously, Seivarden, what did you expect, asking her a question like that when you had google right there in your own pocket.

"So." There was something very decidedly stubborn and firm about the way Amaya came into Caritas that evening, took a glance toward the bar to confirm Seivarden's residence there, and then plopped herself down into the seat right next to her. "What are we drinking tonight, Captain?"

Seivarden leaned forward, sniffed the jello shot, then wrinkled her nose.

"No."

She pushed the glass away and reached for the other one.

"Chocolate Cherry?"

Best pretend that talk never happened, right?

"Not that spam shot, that's for sure."

That was honestly more consideration that Summer was expecting Seivarden to give the one with spam, really, though she wondered how many others plus glasses of whisky it might take for her to consider the one with spam a little more.

She'd save that for later, maybe, and gave a nod. "Chocolate cherry," she confirmed. "I figured that one might be a little more to your tastes than canned meat product."

Oh, no. She wasn't getting off that easily. But it wasn't a bad place to start.

"I don't know about that," Amaya said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Put a couple of those on a stick, and I think that might be right up my alley."

"Canned meat?"

She wrinkled her nose again, then downed the Chocolate Cherry one.

"That one was acceptable. How has your week been?"

Seivarden looked at her. "Please say you're not serious."

The acceptable earned a nice roll of Summer's eyes (and another shot being placed on the bar to replace the first), and the question earned a shrug.

"Okay, I guess," she said. "Went home this weekend hoping to snag that portal gun from my grampa finally, but no such luck. The outlook is good for this weekend, though, but, ugh. Talk about famous last words, am I right?"

"How about you?" she then asked, not leaning on the bar to get comfortable quite yet if her theories about this question were true. "Radio on Saturday was...interesting..."

Amaya met that look for a moment, bit her lip as she seemed to consider something, and then broke with a grin.

"Summer!" she then called down the bar. "I know you've all got skewers back there, do me a favour and put a good number of those spam jellos on one for me. I know the first one's on you, but put the rest on Seivarden's tab. With a bottle of rum."

Then she smiled at Seivarden again, unapologetic.

Well, maybe a touch apologetic.

"As a heart attack."

"What happened to the gun," she asked.

Then: "Radio on Saturday? Oh?"

She knew pretending didn't work with Summer but it was worth a try.

"I'm not going to pay for that," Seivarden protested. "And I'm definitely not going to watch."

Well, maybe it would be worth it if you were actually any good at it, Seivarden.

Summer snorted.

"Grampa Rick was using it," she offered. "I mean, I'm good, but not 'steal it straight out of his own two hands' good. So I was stuck spending time with my family all weekend. It was gross."

There was a beat.

"You know one of the benefits of doing radio is that you can skip over parts and no one but the squirrels are any wiser for it, right?"

"The deal was," Amaya pointed out, with a series of nods toward Summer that somehow seemed to communicate to save the skewers for a bit but definitely bring the rum for now...for herself, not any squirrels, "loser buys drinks, wasn't it? Don't tell me you think skirting the line on a couple of rules means you can just get out of a deal, Seivarden."

"Steal it out of his hands? That does sound... complicated."

She added: "I don't see why you would make a deal about anything that happened on Friday."

"Oh, I can pay for the rum," Seivarden said. "Just not canned meat jello shots."

"Oh, the rum is definitely for the contest," Amaya agreed easily. "The jello shots are something else entirely. They're to cover for the squirrel harrasment on Saturday"

"You literally promised retroactive rum on air," Summer reminded her. "And, like, not even your own, which, I mean, come on..."

Seivarden actually looked a bit guilty.

"Sorry about that. I should have realised they would take it seriously. They were just very insistent that I... mention things. You know."

She sipped her whisky.

"Oh, well, but that's private," Seivarden said. "Hence the rum."

"You're too soft with those squirrels, Captain," said Amaya, who poured some rum into a glass for herself, and a second glass for Seivarden and handed it over to her, then picked up the first and held it out for a little clinking of glasses. "Maybe I'll leave the squirrel crumbler down at the station for a few days in case you need it."

"Retroactively," Summer pointed out again, because it bore.repeating. and then she folded her arms in front of her as she leaned forward kn the bar a little. "Did you at least get things figured out, with all that talking and glancing?" she asked. "I know you were kind of worried..."

"That's a joke, right? Do they know it? Can I threaten them with it?"

She downed half of the rum.

"I think it went well. If Amaya is still talking to me."

She paused, frowning.

"Do you think I mope a lot?"

Summer would probably give her honest opinion.

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