Caritas; Wednesday [02/17].

[somethingwithturquoise]

You know, Tino telling Summer about his days as a toothpicker in his youth was almost enough to not only make her wonder (in that disturbed do-I-really-want-to-know? kind of way) just how old Tino actually was, anyway, but also to make her completely reconsider this whole toothpicker thing in the first place.

But!

She'd already gone, like, all in on the toothpicker thing with her jello shots, which sort of made it a point of no return. Sure, that just meant that all of tonight's jello shots were, in fact, simply being served up with toothpicks, but still! It was a theme! And she was superproud of how the cocktail weenie ones were actually shaped like little cocktail weenies. Shut up, it was the little things in life, dammit!

Though she did wonder if she should feel bad that she was already thinking she might have to explain to Seivarden that, no, you didn't also eat the toothpick.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Strawberry Champagne
Lime Margarita
Barbecue Cocktail Weenies

Caritas is open!

Comments

The Stage - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Toothpicks are, unfortunately, not an effective material for zombie maintenence.

The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Please save Summer from listening to Tino's toothpicker stories, either by modding the crap out of him or talking to her instead!

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[1000yearstoolate]

Sadly for Summer, Seivarden had come across edible things on tiny sticks before. It made things easier if you didn't want to ruin your gloves.

"Hello Summer," she said. "What's with the toothpicks?"

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's my new thing," said Summer confidently, as if this whole thing wasn't entirely based on not wanting to bother with filling in some paperwork about a busted box during shipment, and adjusting the toothpick currently balanced in her mouth a little. "I'm a toothpicker now. It translates pretty well to the jello shots, too, don't you think?"

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden wasn't quite convinced, but said:

"It makes it easier to eat them. I wish there would be more of these when it comes to finger food. A lot more civilised."

She looked at the menu.

"So, all of them as usual. What's the last one?"

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Was going to a bar really in the spirit of Ash Wednesday? Probably not, but Annie had been good and gone to church earlier and had taken the ash (and then washed it off her forehead when she got home), and she was even giving up a thing for Lent, and it wasn't like she was going to the bar to throw back a ton of shots so much as to visit her friend, the bartender....

So anyway, Annie was pretty sure God wouldn't mind if she had, like, a beer. Plus it helped that she was in a far better mood today than she had been last Wednesday as she settled onto a barstool. The lack of baggage helped, of course, but so did making up with Diego, and then there had been the weekend.

Which was why Annie greeted Summer with a bright, "How was your Valentine's Day?" with a slight lift of her brows. Because you know what was pretty universally a good reason to do a milestone thing with your boyfriend? Valentine's Day.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

And Summer, who was very fluent in bright leading questions that served as greetings and eyebrows, just sort of quirked her own eyebrow at Annie a little bit and answered, while setting in front of her at least two of the three jello shots (you could probably guess which ones), "Pretty good. We went to the Bahamas, had a picnic on the beach, I eviscerated a few palm trees, and invited Barry to dinner with my family this weekend."

Sneaking that one low-key under the radar among everything else and while she was pretty sure Annie would be distracted with her own shit right now? Oh, you bet.

"Why?" The question was pointed, and so was the expression. "How was yours?" Miss Very Marked Changing in Disposition from the Last Time She Was Sitting at This Bar.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Your family? Summer, that's great." Annie wasn't so far distracted by her own shit as to not pick that up, no, and she looked both surprised and very pleased for Summer about that. Meeting the family was kind of a big deal in any relationship, but given what she knew about Summer's family, specifically, this seemed like a very big step, indeed. "Also, jealous of the Bahamas."

Because seriously. February in Maryland kind of sucked a lot.

"Mine was good," she added, plucking up one of those shots. "We made up last week, so that was good," and she might have been trying to downplay it but, like, good luck not grinning like an idiot about it, Annie, "and then we went out to dinner and stopped a robbery."

You know, normal date stuff.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse had a beer, and... still some leftover awkwardness from her conversation with Summer.

Both of these factors contributed to the awkward little wave she gave Annie with said beer.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie wiggled her fingers at Jesse in a little wave of her own, wandering over. "I heard you had some dates on Saturday," she greeted her with a teasing smile.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[stykera]

"Thank you," Stark said, having wandered over to Annie's seat. "For my flowers."

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Thank you for mine!" Annie told him with a big, bright smile. "You're like the only person who deviated from yellow and white, I love it." Probably because the only time she'd been all Starlit in his presence had been as a sticky four year-old. "Thank you for thinking of me, Stark."

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[my_own_advocate]

"Should I ask?" Lucifer wondered, as he picked a seat and sank into it. "Or is this one better off left to the imagination?"

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I mean," said Summer, around the toothpick she was refusing to acknowledge as something that Lucifer could be referring to, "it's a barbecued cocktail weenie, it's pretty self-explanatory, right? It's got bourbon!"

Because flavor profiles, bitches!

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, the shape is quite inventive," Lucifer said, shooting her a look, "But one has to ask about the toothpick."

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[weirderthanthou]

"Remind me never to do Three Minute Dates again," Jesse said.

That was as good an opening as any.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

That was a fantastic greeting, Jesse, because it gave Summer sooooooo much to work with, and she wasn't even going to feel bad about it, because if you didn't expect Summer to latch right onto that and run with it, then you deserved every damn second of it.

"Jesseeeeeeeeee! I missed you at 3MD???"

This was tragic.

"Ohmygod, you have to tell me about each and every one of them, and I am going to time you, I expect each explanation to be at least as long as the dates themselves, hold on, let me get my phone."

Like it ever left her hand for more than two seconds to begin with.

"And your beer."

Which soon followed, because, you know, priorities.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse sighed. "This is actually the second time I've done it," she said. "It was... awkward."

And why was she still thinking about Aphra's hands?

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[stykera]

The tiny hot dogs were cute and shaped like something, which normally Stark appreciated in Summer's Jello shots. But they were also, presumably, meat-flavored and he had self-imposed rules about that sort of thing. Usually.

"You made tiny hot dogs," he said as he took a seat. "And you put everything on a stick." Tiny sticks, but sticks all the same. Maybe Summer had just wanted to stab everything today.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Surprisingly, no! Stabbing everything was a mood that Summer was fairly familiar with, and it could actually be cathartic for her mood today, but, no, no, just working the theme until it bled to death, as she was wont to do.

"Do you want to try them?" she asked, finding it hard to not sound excited about it, because she'd definitely noticed a certain thematic avoidance of certain shots from Stark. "Also, how are you? Do you like the sticks?"

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[stykera]

"I might try one," Stark said, only a little hesitantly. There was no compelling reason not to and it might make Summer happy.

"I'm well enough, I think. Better than this time last week." Which was a low bar, what with all that baggage that had just been lying around.

"Tino signed me up for the 3 minute dates. Again." Ugh, Tino. "But it was fine. How are you?"

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[designateddadfriend]

Last week, Travis had gotten to put out an actual fire! (Built out of magic suitcases that represented another man's lingering issues, but that was besides the point.)

And then the rest of the week had been quiet again.

Travis was really starting to understand why everyone was so surprised when he told them the island had its own fire department.

"Ooo, strawberry champagne," he said as he came up to the counter. "Sounds fun."

He was just going to ignore all the toothpicks everywhere.

Re: The Bar - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

From fire hazard to choking hazards in one swift week!

Summer beamed as she swiftly set at least a few of the strawberry champagne ones in front of Travis. "Super fun," she confirmed confidently, proudly. "Probably the best out of the three tonight, but that's just my opinion. Anything to go with it tonight, Travis? How you holding up after last week?"

The baggage thing seemed like it could be a pretty big one to just drop on an unsuspecting newbie, but he was still here, so that seemed promising!

The Lounge - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Where the tables do have boxes of toothpicks there.

Look, there were a lot of busted open boxes in that shipment, and doing returns and exchanges with that distributor is a paaaain...

OOC - 02/17.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Wednesday off! I HAVE A WEDNESDAY OFF!!