Caritas; Wednesday [08/25].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was still alive, but she wasn't about to let her guard down entirely quite yet, she figured there was still about a week left before the threat of a rage-prone former cop had fully passed, and she really hoped that it did because she kind of had a lot of things going on and it would kind of suck to not get to do them just because a moose thought he was funny or whatever it was that made him do things like give her, of all people, the Rosa Diaz class.

Like, she was staring down at an anniversary over here, people. Like, actual anniversary. Year, not even that month, quarter-year, half-year bullshit. Which was just....what??

Not a complaint! But definitely a nice distraction from thinking about ways in which she might try to compromise with Rosa that didn't involve brutal murder or, worse, teaching math.

Somehow, Sumemr didnt' think Rosa would be swayed by jello shots. But, at the very least, she knew her usual customers would be!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

Back to being free if you sing a karaoke song
because there's no more Wednesday activities!

Double Stuffed Oreo
Sugar Cookie
Thin Mint
Animal Crackers

Oh, was that a theme?? She hadn't noticed!

Caritas is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"Summer," Seivarden said, leaning against the bar. "I hope those animal crackers aren't actually made for animals."

She didn't think they were, even Summer must have limits.

"And I'm getting another roommate."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah, you might want to never actually look into what goes into actual gelatin," said Summer, who, of course, promptly set up a row of all the shots for Seivarden.

"And another one? How big even is your apartment?"

She was pretty sure it was just the two bedrooms, which, hey, no judgement or anything, but...

[1000yearstoolate]

"What is in gelatin?"

Of course Seivarden had to ask.

"Apparently sharing a bedroom isn't a problem for them."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer considered the fact that she did not just set out those pretty jello shots for them to not be consumed once she answered that question, so she said, instead, "Google is your friend, Seivarden. It's not my job to educate you."

Then she took a moment to consider Seivarden's current roommates.

"Ohmygod," she said, "do they have bunk beds in there?"

Tell her Prompto Argentum didn't just scream bunk beds.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was going to google later and be horrified.

"I actually didn't ask. It's not of my business how they choose to furnish the room as long as they don't ruin it, and I can't see Ignis letting that happen. Have you met Gladio?"

Seivarden had, once. She mostly remembered the biceps.

[stykera]

"So many cookies," Stark said approvingly, nodding at the list. The thin mints were a shade of green that might be considered alarming but that was fine with him.

"Hello, Summer."

[somethingwithturquoise]

He noticed! Summer positively beamed back at Stark, because, yeah, it did not take much to inspire this woman to revel in even the tiniest amount of validation.

"Hello, Stark. I thought maybe you'd appreciate cookies, after you mentioned them in your last class."

[stykera]

"I always appreciate cookies." He also appreciated Wednesdays when there were no frightening shots on offer so Stark was doubly-pleased today.

"I probably ought to try them all." Especially if he'd inspired them!

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Agreed," said Summer, as if 'trying them all' wasn't pretty much her firm belief on how everyone should approach her jello shot sets, especially when there was a weird one, and that was literally all she needed to prompt her to go and set the line up in front of Stark.

"So," she ventured, "how'd you been? Are you in more of a 'dwelling over the last weekend' or a 'looking forward to next weekend' spot?"

Things had happened! Then there was the new semester starting! And it was smack dab between the two of them, so it could really go either way!

[stykera]

"Something in between, I think," Stark said, picking up the thin mint. "Trying not to dwell. That doesn't always work, but I'm trying. And you? Did you have a visitor?"

[begmetwice]

Irene had only been in Caritas on Kitty's nights -- probably unsurprising -- so she was reading the specials board with rapt interest as she took a seat on the barstool tonight.

"Either Kitty's been holding out on me, or I ought to have visited on a Wednesday before now," she noted thoughtfully, shooting a bright smile over at Summer. "I haven't done jelly shots in years."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Now that," said Summer, easily returning that raptness with the sort of brightness that went along with the fact that this was definitely a new face and even before the usual deluge of new faces with a new semester, so hello!, "sounds tragic, and what luck! You've got four to break the dry spell with!"

Was Summer already going to go ahead and set out all four for her now? Oh, duh, obviously, have you met Summer?

Oh, actually, you hadn't! But this was clearly being remedied now!

"Welcome to Wednesdays at Caritas," she announced proudly, with a sweep of her hand over the line-up of the jello du jour. "You have definitely been missing out."

[begmetwice]

"Quite the welcome," Irene noted, lifting a brow at the assortment of shots before her. Whatever, it wasn't as though she lived especially far away. "Should I assume this is something of a specialty of yours, then? It's the bartender I've been neglecting on Wednesdays, not the bar itself."

As though Irene wasn't going to flirt with a pretty redhead with an obvious creative streak.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I'm honestly a little surprised," and disappointed and maybe a little hurt in there, too, shhhh, "my jello reputation hasn't preceded me," Summer admitted, with a little lift of her own brows. "But, yeah, absolutely my specialty, almost every Wednesday, the jello shot thing is my jam. I do catering, too, by the way, if you want to add a little something to an event. As you can see, I'm pretty great with a theme when I'm given one.

"It's Summer, by the way," she then offered, half-tempted to just whip out one of her business cards, but her grin softened to pull herself back on that hustle and grind a little, and her attention shifted to less jello, more mysterious new potential regular. "When did you roll into town?"

[begmetwice]

"Irene," she offered in turn, holding her right hand out to shake (while already plucking up that Thin Mint shot in interest with her left.) "I've been here a few weeks. Or, more accurately, I was here for about a year, left for what I thought was a couple months, and came back to find six years had passed. Pleasure to meet you, Summer."

[weirderthanthou]

"Needed a sugar rush?" Jesse asked, squinting up at the specials board. "Or is this girl scout nostalgia?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, come on," Summer hit Jesse with a withering look, as she fetched the expected generic beer and set it in front of her. "Do I look like I was ever a Girl Scout?"

She totally was, for, like, a year after several years of begging her mom to let her try it, and then promptly deciding she was going to focus on horses and maybe ballet instead, and then that eventually turned into cheerleading and make-up, and then....

"I just felt inspired," she offered. "Stark mentioned jello cookies in his class last week, and so..." She gestured toward the trays. "Voila."

Followed by the inevitable, "Any catch your eye?"

[weirderthanthou]

"I think I'll just stick to my beer," Jesse offered. (One day Summer was going to make a generic beer shot, and then she'd be in trouble...) "Jello cookies? That sounds like it could be a really bad idea..."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"In the wrong hands, sure," said Summer, with all the confidence of knowing her hands were just the right ones. "But I think I did pretty well. I mean, if you get right down to it, there are a lot of things with jello that sound like a bad idea from the start..."

One could argue that the jello itself was a bad idea from the start!

[weirderthanthou]

"Yes, but... doesn't that screw with the integrity of the cookie?"

Why is this bothering me?

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll have three of each and an entire bottle of scotch," Lucifer announced, and in the same breath, he added, "I'm very glad to see you again."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Likewise," said Summer, taking a fraction of a moment to just sort of lift her eyebrows at Lucifer and wonder if it was really her he was glad to see or more so the shots, but she always wasn't about to let her constant self-doubt get in the way of appreciating this moment, going so far as to actually make it four of each, followed by said bottle of a very nice scotch (accompanied with a comically small glass, because she thought that was hilarious).

"Well, this sounds promising," she informed him, after looking over the spread and then looking at him for an overdue inspection. "Campaign trail got you down? Or is it over, and that's why you're finally back here?"

The inspection may have gotten a little closer as she said the last part, because, honestly? She had no idea what results would have what kind of effect on him, so she was bolstering herself for pretty much anything.

[my_own_advocate]

"Campaign trail ended in a war," Lucifer said, poured himself a very small glass of scotch, knocked it back, continued, "I won," reached for a shot, pounded that down too, and said, "And then I woke up here."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Welcome back?" Summer offered, because clearly there were some gaps in the story, but she figured they'd be working around to fill those in eventually. "And..." A pause, because this one she still wasn't as sure on, especially not with a layout like this, "congratulations?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm planning not to think about it for at least a month," said Lucifer, who had, true to form, long since transmuted his lack of processing into denial in the days since he'd returned. "Then we'll consider whether well-wishes are in order."