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Caritas; Wednesday [07/14].

If it weren't for the fact that a) Caritas was literally just across the street from where Summer lived and b) she had a portal gun to get anywhere she needed to even if it wasn't, Summer might not have bothered coming into the bar for her shift that day, but honestly? She also kind of wanted something to do now that her best friends and her spaceship had been holed, and one of those things might be drinking on the job, sure, but one of those things had also been (surprise surprise) jello-related, and so she was there and maybe, just maybe, there might even be a few other people even left on the island thing might need a drink, too.

Siiiiiiighhhhhhh.

Was it too much to ask that someone figured out what they needed to shoot at to get things back to normal again already, or what? She'd really like to just shoot at something to get things back to normal again already...before her guns disappeared down a hole as well, ugh!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free if you're not down a hole or something, I guess??

Mudslide
Coconut Raspberry Mojito
Black Hole

Caritas is open!

[[ and ocd-free! ]]

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Did she want a tiny, feral, knee sock wearing little monster? Because that's what she was getting here. "Whiskey on the rocks."

Well, at least the tiny feral, knee sock wearing little monster knee what he wanted.

And honestly, Summer was just glad other people were still around.

And Summer sort of figured anyone who bothered to come in would be having that kind of day, so the whiskey was close by and ready, and she was definitely poured with her usual heavy hand.

"I'd ask how you're doing," she offered, after setting the drink down, "but I think I can guess."

Which was greatly appreciated. Even if it would end in him napping in the lounge after subsiding off of coffee, rage, and fluffernutter sandwiches this week.

"My idiot brother escaped."

You know. From being handcuffed to a radiator.

"From...one of the holes?" Summer asked, quirking an eyebrow, because BIG, if true, and silly her for not going straight for that old handcuffed-to-the-radiator standby.

"No, from his apartment," he grumbled. "I handcuffed him to a radiator for his own safety."

Normal sibling stuff, right?

Honestly?

Summer could think of a lot of instances where her life would have been vastly improved if only she'd thought to handcuff her own idiot brother to a radiator.

She couldn't help smirking a little, though, because that was kind of sweet, actually?

"Are we sure escaped is the right word in this case?" she wondered, smirk softening, because it was getting harder to keep up on these things the more ridiculous they got. "Or is it more swallowed up by a big hole? Because that kind of thing has been going around lately."

"He was broken out by his equally idiotic co-worker if radio is to be believed."

He would have his revenge for Dolores, McGarrett!

"If he's fallen into a hole already, I'll kill him."

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"Well," said Summer, "then for his sake, for a lot of different reasons up to and including that one, I hope he's fine and not holed."

Then there was a slight pause before she asked, "You're talking about Diego, right?"

Because she didn't think she'd actually met Five yet, but she was pretty good at putting pieces together.

When she bothered paying enough attention, anyway.

To be fair, he would have bitched like this even if she didn't know Diego.

He was terrible like that.

"Unfortunately, yes."

And just like that, the smirk resurfaced.

"It's cute that you're concerned about him falling in a hole," Summer decided.

Just go ahead and try to deny it, Five. She'll wait.

Except not really, because she was already following that up with, "How's Dolores holding up in all this?"

That God for that because he didn't want to obviously care for that idiot in public.

Too late.

"She's safe in Diego's apartment now." Freed from her bindings.

Waaaaay too late.

Summer gave a small nod. "That's good to hear," she said, and she actually meant it, a lot, because she knew maybe less than five things about five, but the Dolores thing was probably her favorite.

"And how are you doing?"

Besides clearly being so concerned about his brother and all...

"I'm planning my next move." To hunt Diego like a velociraptor on crack. "And drinking. It's been an annoying week, personally. Sentient holes? Ridiculous, right?"

"Are they sentient?" Summer's head tilted a little. "I kind of thought they were just kind of rando, but I guess that makes sense. Definitely explains why no one can find them when they go looking for them. They're probably psychic or something, too. Ugh! Sentient, psychic, people-watching, building-sucking, shot-stealing bastard holes!"

Which was to say, no, not all that</i[ ridiculous, if you were Summer, but she clearly agreed with you on the annoying part, Five.

"I'm about ready for the part where we get to punch something," Jesse said, sinking down onto a seat. "Or throw concrete at it. I'm good at that."

"Or shoot it!" Summer chimed in, because that was literally all she was thinking about that evening.

"I could definitely go for shooting it."

Whatever it turned out to be.

She set a beer (generic) in front of Jesse.

"Assuming my guns are even still there when I get home."

Still a bit rankled about the ship, yeah.

"...You think they might hole our guns?" Jesse asked, reaching to touch her Service Weapon to make sure it was still there.

Look, if your gun killed everyone else who touched it, you'd be worried too.

"They've been holding people and whole buildings and spaceships," Summer pointed out. "I'm honestly shocked weapons and pets and booze haven't followed suit."

There was a pause.

"Well, they took the DN," she pointed out, "and Amaya's forge, so I guess they have taken weapons and booze. Someone better keep an eye on the animal shelter."

Fuck. Now she was going to be keeping an eye on the animal shelter again, wasn't she? And so help her if this wound up with her getting another cat like the last time!

"I know, I'm just... worried about anyone stealing my gun," Jesse said. "It's actively dangerous to other people."

A short pause. "You think the pet shop evacuates the pets when something goes wrong?" she said. "There should probably be a protocol for that."

Summer shrugged a little. "I'm sure the vet there has a contingency plan," she reasoned. "I don't know. I just babysat it for a few months once. I'm pretty Prompto and Sidon have defended it before, too. Maybe during the snowmen? I don't really remember."

And it didn't matter that much, either, because now she remembered Prompto could go right back to protecting it again if need be. So that was nice!

"Maybe we could get them on some kind of emergency portal plan..."

Summer gave Jesse a small smile that went with the shrugging lift of her shoulder. "Well," she said, "you're the mayor, right? You could definitely put something like that in action."

Jesse sighed. "I really need to get you and a few other people into town hall for a brainstorming session some day, so we have these issues worked out before they become a problem."

The corner of Summer's mouth quirked up a little.

"Town Hall meetings are a thing, right?" she said. "Do a little weekly, biweekly, or even monthly jam session to sort of get ideas brewing. Maybe not a terrible idea. Could be good for community cohesion, y'know? You can have coffee and donuts, as insentive"

A pause.

"Or booze. Let's be real, do booze, if you really want to draw 'em in."

"Hey, Summer." Miguel waved as he slid onto a stool. "Still nothing on your end? I tried finding a hole as it opened or following a raccoon, but still nothing helpful."

"Yeah, still nothing," Summer sighed, "but whatever it is, I hope it doesn't require a spaceship, because guess who doesn't have one of those right now!"

Seriously, the more she thought about it, the more irritated she got about it.

But she sighed away her irritation, shook her head, and asked, "so what can I get you tonight, Miguel?"

"One of each, same as always," Miguel answered. He would regret that when she went back to the meat shots. "Why don't you have a ship? Wait - it got sucked into a hole?"

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