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Caritas; Wednesday [03/03].

Summer didn't want to ask.

She really, really didn't want to ask, but ever since she came in that night, Tino had been acting very quiet and weird and introspective, like he was contemplating something very deep and mysterious, to the point where it was sort of affecting his work performance, and, despite the fact that she knew she would regret it, the curiousity managed to get the better of Summer, and she went ahead and opened that dangerous can of worms called 'asking Tino what was on his mind'.

"It's just that," he started, brow creasing with distress and worry, "what if cats and dogs had opposable thumbs??"

Summer just shook her head and went to go work at the other end of the bar, because, really, really, she only had herself to blame, she should have known better.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Moscow Mule
Peach Fizz
Lobster Salad

Caritas is open!

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"I hope there's no mule in the Moscow Mule," Seivarden said as she slipped on to a stool at the bar.

She was fairly sure there wasn't.

"You know," said Summer, shaking her head a little bit, as she started setting out shots for Seivarden without even being prompted, "I knew you were probably going to say something like that when I was writing it down, and it's a very popular drink these days, you're a bartender, you should know it by now, and don't tempt me, I actually know a lot of places where I could actually get mule meat if I wanted it badly enough."

So there.

But there was something else she was going to pester Seivarden about when she came in that she'd been waiting several days for that would also probably effectively sway her away from how she was a terrible bartender with absolutely no pulse on the field.

"So," she added, setting down a glass of water, too, since she really couldn't predict what Seivarden was drinking on any given day as well anymore, "flirting over tea, huh?"

Seivarden snorted. "I'm not sure the squirrels actually thought that was flirting or if they were just trying to be funny."

To clarify: "There was no flirting. Sorry to disappoint you."

"Mmmhmm," hummed Summer, with a tone and expression that suggested she wasn't ready to buy that even if Seivarden discounted it, but she wouldn't press the issue too much, either. "But, flirting with your roommate aside, how did you like Japan? Did you come back with enough tea to fuel a small Radchaai army?"

"You underestimate how much tea that would be," Seivarden said. "But I did buy a lot of tea. Accomodation aside, it was a good trip. What about you?"

"Well," Summer said, "the party was a huge success, and that's the thing I use to judge the trip as a whole, so it was pretty great, really."

Plus, it quite possibly had the best timing to forget about things that had happened just prior so that she didn't have to think or talk about them ever!

"My wallet may have suffered a little," she admitted, "but that was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make."

"It was a good party," Seivarden agreed. "Talking about parties, I'm thinking about having mine this weekend."

This topic was partly a distraction right now, because Seivarden hadn't forgot Summer trying to avoid talking about the weekend before. They would get back to that.

Or would they?

"Ooooh," Summer's expression was very approving. "Good thinking. Get everyone after a week of having to get back into the slog of their normal routines. Assuming, of course, that the island doesn't/ throw something at us now that we're all back, but sometimes that'll just make it more interesting."

They would. Just wait, Summer.

"I'm hoping it won't," Seivarden said. "Anyway pizza rolls on toothpicks, mimosas and some beer, wine and things for people to mix themselves. I have a bottle of really good arrak too."

She grinned. "If I put a pizza roll with ham on a toothpick, do you think I can persuade Amaya it's meat on a stick?"

Ohhh, Summer would be pretty dire she wouldn't be the one waiting on that topic...

"Just keep pineapple out of it," Summer said, making a face, "but, yeah, I don't think that'll take too much convincing, Amaya's never really struck me as someone who's all that discerning about her meats on sticks...

"How are things with the two of you, by the way?" she asked. "Since you got back."

Since she knew things weren't exactly great with Lucifer...

"Oh, good. I think."

Maybe not entirely, but since neither of them were going to talk about feelings, they could at least pretend it was, in Seivarden's opinion. At least she wasn't deliberately trying to be hurtful.

"I'm just not sure how to suggest actual movie nights without that being misinterpreted."

She expected Summer to know what she was talking about.

Unfortunately, Summer knew exactly what that meant.

So she just sort of eyed Seivarden a little bit because come on.

"Maybe just suggest a movie and just, you know, watch it?" she offered. "Or if you think she's in that much of a hurry to drop her panties for you," x doubt, "just do it on the weekend when Ignis is around, too.

"I mean, she could be into that, too, in which case, honestly? More power to her."

"Well, I'm not."

That was probably TMI, but best be clear here.

"Good point about Ignis, though."

She reached for the Moscow Mule.

"Roommate buffer," Summer nodded safely. "Tried and true method, really. And just think of the meats on sticks he could distract her with..m"

Seriously, that one was way too easy, she almost felt bad about it.

"Summer."

Seivarden gave her a look, but couldn't hold back a laugh.

"I'm sure he makes perfect meats on sticks, judging from what I've seen."

That one was way too easy too, and she was being ridiculous.

"Oh, I'm sure he does," said Summer, who really couldn't help herself now, you were just handing them to her, Seivarden, and her grin made no attempt to hide what she was suggesting. "And you said you weren't flirting..."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Seivarden downed the Moscow Mule.

"I'm going to leave him to teach that kind of cooking to Amaya, though. Or maybe that prince he works for."

"You are a terrible liar," Summer reminded her with a smirk. "But I'm sure it'll be fine, with or without the roommate buffer."

"I hope so," Seivarden said, more serious. "At least I won't have to talk about things."

Then a quick change of topic, hopefully sudden enough to catch Summer unprepared: "But you never told me about that weekend."

You'd have to be way quicker and more random than that to catch Summer off guard for something like that. She gave Seivarden an unimpressed look for this supposed non-sequitor and thought about turning that attempt at innocence and ignorance right back around at her, but decided, instead, to go with, "And this coming from the person who literally just said she didn't want to talk about things not even two seconds ago."

"That was talking about things relating to feelings with Amaya," Seivarden pointed out. "I'm asking what happened. As a friend. Which means you don't have to tell me, but if you do, I'll listen."

Which meant she would try. She was still very much herself, even with the best of intentions.

"So then you understand," said Summer, who saw this as a golden opportunity to trap Seivarden by her own logic in this case, "that there are some things that people don't want to talk about."

"I do." She wasn't going to argue against that.

"I just meant... if something upset you, I do care. I, well, if you don't want to tell me, I'll just have another jello shot instead."

She smiled.

And Summer wasn't so caught up in being avoidy about the subject that she didn't recognize Seivarden admitting that she cared for what it was and appreciating it.

But she was caught up in being avoidy about it enough that she was just going to look Seivarden straight dead in the eye as she asked, "A lobster one?"

Keeping that grin from cracking was a Herculean effort, too. Herculean. But she pulled it off, all the same.

"No, another Mule one."

There were limits.

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