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Caritas; Wednesday [06/09].

Summer was honestly kind of hoping for a nice, normal night at the bar that Wednesday, especially following the events of last Wednesday, where the island was doing that thing, but she knew that was not going to happen very quickly into her shift, and that was all because of Tino's face.

"Seriously, though, why is your face like that? Is that supposed to be a smile? Why do you look like you totally just got--

"OhmyGOD.

"No, I don't want to hear the details! GOD."

Summer was going to try and work on the far side of the bar as much as possible tonight and was considering arming herself with a water bottle to spritz him with every time he passed by and tried to drop specifics in passing.

"You know what, Tino? On second though, I would at least like this lady's phone number so I can send her my condolances and recommend a good therapist."

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for All Wednesday Activity Participants!

Fruit Loops
Butterscotch
Jellied Meatloaf w/Egg Garnish

Caritas is open!

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"It's not like a lot of people show up on Mondays," Seivarden said. "And it's not like they can get it anywhere else around here."

Seivarden would think that she deserved the water spritzing for kissing attempts, nothing else.

"They could," Summer countered, with a mild lift of her brow. "I just haven't started stocking it at the store yet. It would probably take me, like, two seconds and a text to Tisarwat, and bam. Done. But it's not exactly like people are clammoring for it, you know?"

Which, yeah, was definitely her saying it wasn't exactly the best special in the multiverse without actually saying it wasn't exactly the best special in the multiverse. Then again, driving sales and traffic into the bar didn't seem a high priority for Seivarden, either.

(Then she might actually have to...gasp!>...do her job or something!)

Yeah, noted, Summer.

"Anyway, what's on the menu tonight?"

Seivarden looked at the board.

Summer let her withering look at Seivarden unsurprisingly changing the subject when given an honest answer to the question she'd asked linger for a moment before giving a little showy gesture toward the board.

"Two sweet and a," terrible, "savory one. I recommend the Fruit Loops one for its uniqueness, but the butterscotch one will pair nicely with a whiskey. I also have a nice ketchup shooter to compliment the meatloaf."

And wow. Those were actual words that just came out of her mouth.

At least Seivarden was predictable?

There was a pause.

"Ketchup shooter?"

"It's literally just ketchup in a little paper cup," Summer admitted. But with marketing! "It really does enhance the experience, though. You should give it a try and see what I mean."

Instead of replying to that, Seivarden asked:

"How should I market the arrack?"

"Definitely not by having it be on 'special' every week," Summer murmured with a shake of her head. "Sort of negates the whole idea of it being an expectional experience, doesn't it? Why are you so hellbent on making your weird space wine or whatever it is a thing, anyway?

"That said," she added, going ahead and making an executive decision by setting down a butterscotch shot for Seivarden and pouring some whiskey to go along with it, "the best way to market, especially around here, is word of mouth. Talk it up a little. Maybe invite a few people over for a nice little exclusive event featuring it that might get a few people on board and a little more excited about it. Also, if you're not completely scandalized by the idea, maybe next week I can do a set of shots featuring it to sort do a tie-in and I can talk it up for you. Or I could maybe give it some thought and come up with some ways to work it into cocktails. People get more excited about things when there's a variance, or some interesting twist to look forward to. Why else would I keep doing things like meatloaf jello shots every week or so? Because people actually are interested to see what stupid shit I come up with.

"Also?" she added. "Jello shots are fun and accessible. Radchaai beverage-based exceptionalism? Mmmmm," she made a little bit of a face, "not so much."

WELL. YOU DID ASK. AGAIN.

It wasn't like arrack was tea. It wouldn't be completely scandalous.

"So, I give you a couple of bottles to make jello shots of," she said. "Who around here should I invite to a special event?"

As for Summer's first question:

"Something Radchaai should be a thing, and it's not likely to be tea."

Jesus, did Summer pretty much need to just plan this whole thing for her?

....actually...

Summer's head tilted, eyeing Seivarden speculatively.

"I'll only need one," she said, with the slow tone of someone with a lot of gears turning behind the scenes. "And like I said, literally, two seconds and maybe a text, and I can get it myself. How about this? I'll put something together, a nice little dinner party or some shit, but it'll have to wait a few weeks, I've got my birthday next week so that's taking up all my party-planning points atm. But I need you to go at least a few weeks not serving it at the bar, okay? If anyone asks, tell them your supply ran out for now, and you're not sure when more will come in..."

"Perfect!"

Seivarden grinned. Why had she ended up caring about things like this?

"I really appreciate it. Oh, what sre your birthday plans by the way?"

She expected it would be something impressive.

God, they had better be impressive, or else Summer might literally die.

"All I can tell you at this point," said Summer, with her phone out, already laying down some groundwork by tweeting out a sad face gif with the caption mfw there's no more arrack at the bar, "is keep Saturday the nineteenth open and make sure you have a passable legal ID."

She glanced up from her phone to give Seivarden an arch look.

"Actually, I'm sure you'll be fine."

Because you were old, Seivarden, obvs.

"Good, I would hate for people to think I'm a kid," Seivarden said cheerfully.

"So, a surprise. I'll remember the date. And my part of the arrack marketing plan."

Not selling arrack.

What in the world was she going to do on Monday??

"Good," Summer said with a pleased, satisfied kind of nod. "Soooo....other than trying to make arrack happen, what've you been up to?"

A pause, and then, because she couldn't help herself:

"Feeling a little less smoochy?"

Seriously, Seivarden, it had been a lot of attempts.

"You know that was the island," Seivarden said. "I would never kiss you. Obviously."

She looked a little more awkward than she had hoped for.

"I apologise though."

The whole would never kiss you thing was getting a bit of a look, because gee, thanks (as of Summer wouldn't...and hadn't on several occasions!...say the exact same thing about Seivarden), but then she just snorted and shook her head. "I'm just glad I was able to avoid it every time," she admitted. "Day like that, you can never really tell, and, boy. That would be awwwwkwaaaaarrrddd..."

Summer, you were the one who had chosen to kiss Leroy instead of Seivarden. Granted, it was a while ago.

"Never really tell what?" Seivarden asked.

And she would probably still pick Leroy. #sorrynotsorry

But that, clearly, was different.

"What was going to happen," Summer clarified. "I mean, I was pulling weapons on people. You kissed my friend who disappeared a minute later I was in a cat-theme mech pilot suit at one point! Definitely one of those rando days where the most wild shit happens so fast you practically feel schizophrenic."

Seivarden would actually be relieved if she would.

"It was really frustrating," Seivarden agreed, frowning a little as she realised she hadn't yet complained to anyone about it yet, beyond saying it was frustrating.

"Days like that always are," Summer agreed with a commissersting sigh and a what-can-you-do shrug, "but at least it's over and we can be ourselves again. At least until the next one."

"True. If Amaat wills."

She raised the butterscotch shot, downed it, and reached for the whiskey.

"So, how have you been since things went back to normal after last Wednesday?"

"Since Wednesday?" Summer shrugged a little. "Fine, mostly. Pretty uneventful outside of damage control at family counselling this weekend. But at this point, I've pretty much already switched gears to birthday prep mode."

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