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Caritas; Wednesday [09/01].

So yesterday's Chaos Drink event had clearly been a success, leaving Tino with plenty of clean up to do both last night and for today's shift, especially since it appeared as though Summer was running late. But, well, duh, of coure she was, she was a Bad Bitch and Bad Bitches didn't do punctuality.

But eventually Summer did show up, announced by the superflous glow of a pink portal that she emerged from, unflurling her wings (which were about as pink and glittery as you'd expect them to be) and heading toward the bar, stopping to give Tino a look when he seemed about ready to make a comment about the portal.

"What?" Summer asked with a scoff and a toss of her ponytail. "You think I'd ever just use doors? Get real, Teen."

Because that was his name now. Teen. Tino just had too many syllables to bother with.

Either way, if yesterday wasn't enough work for him, he now had to deal with Summer being absolutely oblvious to how to use space behind the bar with those wings, because they were still new, she didn't even know how to fly with them yet, and she was definitely accidententally hitting a lot of things with them, not even noticing how many near-crashes there had been if Tino hadn't actually been on the ball in catching them.

She probably would have ignored it, anyway.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Sriracha
Champagne & Redbull
Burgundy Beef

Caritas is open!

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Sing for your jello!

Or just sing because it's fun!

Ugh. Why was it so hot, like, literally all day? Prompto was almost tempted to just stay in the apartment today where he could lounge around and hope his roommates didn't mind the fact that he was literally stripped down to nothing but his boxers, which he didn't think would exactly fly in public, but he was just so warm! But, at the same time, he had the voice of a freakin' angel, and he couldn't just let a talent like that go to waste!

So he'd put on at least a tank top and a pair of short shorts and headed into town to treat everyone to a dose of his beautiful voice with a double whammy of Adele songs that would definitely give the actual Adele a run for her money.

Don't mind Rey, just dancing along.

To Adele.

Like people do.

"Wooooo!"

Mod your service or chat it up with the newly be-winged bartender in pink!

(Tino might also be wearing pink; Summer obviously does not care enough to notice and is certain she wears it better anyway).

After his performance, the currently heterochromic (one blue eye replaced with a golden amber at the moment!) Prompto bounced back over to the bar, eager for at least one free shot for his troubles, but he was in such a conundrum, because that Sriracha one sounded right up his alley, but it was so freaking hot right now that he didn't know he could handle it. He was already feeling too sweltering in just his thin tank top and little short short right now.

"I guess the champagne and red bull?" he asked, because that also sounded good, but... "Unless...Summer. Summer. Can't you turn up the AC in here or something? I. Am. Melting over here!"

Was this what Gladio felt like all the time? Is that why he never seemed to wear a shirt??

(No, no. Those leather pants proved that it wasn't a heat thing, it was an allergic to shirts thing, for sure).

"Is that why you're dressed like that?" Summer asked, arching her brows at Prompto before taking a decidedly obvious look up and down to appreciate it before dropping off his shot. "Cuz, Prom, I've got to say, if you're in that 'cuz it's warm in here, it's got to stay warm in here."

Because she was definitely appreciating the view. And, sure, Prompto was a former student and she had a boyfriend, but she was definitely feeling loose enough in her morals to not care at all

Coming in to the bar two nights in a row was probably a record for Goose but Commander Walsh had suggested he try and be more sociable while he was here. This was probably not the socialising Walsh had in mind but Goose figured why not, even though he hadn’t realised that any current noticeable changes were because of said drinking last night.

He also still happened to be without shoes but so far wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort from not wearing any.

“I’ll have a ………………..whiskey, please.” he decided dramatically. It was also really the only drink that he knew, Doc had been working on introducing to him to different drinks but so far they hadn’t progressed very far.

That dramatic pause, that had Summer leaning forward in anticipation for much longer than she would have expected, at least took her concerns off of whether or not Caritas had a "no shoes, no shirt" policy (which, let's be honest, as soon as you mentioned 'no shirt,' you knew for a fact that no where on this island was going to enforce that shit), and then she nodded.

"You got it!" she said, turning for the bottle with a particular flutter of her quite gorgeous, thank you, wings, so she could pour the whiskey (a little heavy handed, as always) and set it in front of Shane. "You're one of the newbs 'round here," she said with a grin, "right?"

He nodded as he gave a small smile in response, he couldn't help noticing the wings and tried not to stare as he said, "Shane Gooseman.................most people call me Goose." there was another less dramatic pause, "I was here.............well, it was last year for me but seven years has passed since I was last at Fandom. Quite a bit of time...........ended up passing by while I was gone."

Well, he certainly had a way of speaking that kept you waiting on the next word, didn't he? Summer was giving him another appreciative and not at all subtle sort of assessment before she grinned. "One of those ones, huh?" she said. "I left for a bit, too, but no weird time stuff for me. It moved as it should. So...what's it like, Goose? Seven years but also not quite?"

Goose was a little out of his depth here so don’t mind him Summer as he tried not to look to much like a deer in the headlights, “it’s been ………………interesting,” he said slowly, even more slowly with the now added effect of dramatic pausing, “it seems like………..not much has changed from I what can tell. Only the …………….people, not that that’s been a bad thing,”

Somewhere Doc was feeling the sudden urge to facepalm.

"Yeah," Summer agreed with a faint chuckle, and a shrug of her shoulders (and her wings!) that sort of made it seem like, clearly, because she'd gone away for half a year and returned, she was an expert at this whole thing, despite experiencing literally no time disparity, like, at all. "I'll bet! That's a long time! I've been here just four, and that seems long! But new peeps are good! I mean, I like them!"

This whole monosyllable thing (that was definitely not screwed up in the last ping, shush) made the conversation on her end a little vapid, but, hey, it was there!

She kind of wanted to just, you know, welcome him back, or something, but that was a little tricky.

Goose wasn't entirely sure he understood most of that but he gave a smile and leaned into the bar, noticing again her wings as he did.

"It is a .............long time." he agreed, "especially when I ...........didn't think I'd be back at all." there was a pause but it was intended this time, "I am glad ........to be back."

Ohmygod, okay, those pauses were just not fair because every one had Summer leaning in a little more, too, relishing in the anticipation of what was going to come out of this tall drink of water's mouth next and not bening disappointed, and eventually she was just leaning in on the back, with one leg popped up behind her and her wings (hopefully!) framing her just right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, boyfriend. Who cared? Definitely not Summer! She was a Bad Girl over here!

"Sooo..." she said, her voice dropping down a little to match her grin and adding her own pause for dramatic effect, "what did bring you back?"

Well Summer was in luck those pauses were going to be around for a while, “uh……trouble back home,” he said with a shrug, while definitely taking the time to appreciate the effort Summer was making with those wings of hers, he was a bit distracted by them.

“Mostly political and …………….nothing I can’t handle.” he added, “but ………… my commanding officer suggested making the return to Fandom for a while.”

"Good luck for us, then," Summer told him, before her flirty smile went into a bit of an exaggerated pout, because she was suuuper locked into this now. "But that's too bad, with your home. I hope things work out. But, hey." The smile was back; she added fluttering eyelashes and feathers. "I've got a ship and some guns," and wings, if he hadn't noticed, "if you need help."

She had literally no intention of actually helping, but the potential to lead him on into an inevitable betrayal at a crucial dramatic moment was ripe.

There was a dog on the loose in the bar! Well, he was just a puppy, and he was too adorable to do much harm, he mostly went up to people with a wagging tail and hopeful eyes for pets or treats, not much diabolical happening here, despite Gladio's best efforts....

"Oh my god, those wings are amazing," Rey greeted her, tipsily.

Well! Summer wasn't sure exactly who this Rey was, but she liked her, and not just for the compliments.

Although those were a big part of it, yes.

"Oh. My. God," she said, the words separated with particular emphasis instead of the usual rush as one polysyllabic word, and she turned a few times to model them off for the full effect at a few angles. "I know, riiiiight? I am ~~dying~~ so dead for this look!"

Eventually, she'd get to the bartending thing, but there were still a few more angles Rey needed to appreciate first.

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"Incredible," Rey told her. "We should totally celebrate with some shots!"

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"'Kay," said Summer, who should probably be a little more concerned in this complete 180 of one of her best friends ever, but also, like, totally don't look a gift shot in the mouth, either! "I do not know if this is that sick new hair style on you or what, but this totes calls for all the shots!"

So don't mind her as she got some redbull and champagne ones from the tray, maybe a few Sriracha if Rey was feeling a bit spicy, and some vodka.

"Let's do this!"

"Wooo!"

Of course Rey was going to go straight for a sriracha one, and once it was gone she said, "Nice and spicy, just like me!"

Jesus.

"Just like you," Summer agreed, emphatically, and figured that called for another one of those in particular. "Like, so hot. For real, Rey. I might have to call the fire...guy."

She was totally going to say department there. But it just wouldn't come out, and, honestly? What did was more accurate, anyway.

"Why, thank you," Rey said, licking her finger and touching it to her hip, making a sizzling sound with her mouth.

Stark rolled into Caritas and over to the bar on his skateboard (he just did, ok, because he felt like it today!).

"You've got wings," he said, blinking a few times at Summer before getting off the board and onto a stool.

"And only frightening sounding jello."

Well, duh, of course all the jello was horrifying. What did you think she was, some kind of good person??

"And you," Summer noted, eyes wide and impressed, because, ohmygod, Stark, like, so cool!, "have a board!

"But you should totes try the hot one," she added. "Rey said it's her fave," well not exactly, "'cuz it's totes hot like she is."

Just try to deny it, Stark, she dared you!

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"I do have a board!" Stark grinned and patted said skateboard once. "I saw it this morning and I've been riding it everywhere." Everywhere. It was a compulsion. Why walk when you could skateboard on an island full of stairs?

"Rey liked the hot one? That doesn't sound like Rey." Trying the jello shots in general didn't sound like Rey.

"Oh," said Summer, eyes shining eagerly, "it's great! She's got this new hair? And she is so down with it. 'Bout time, too! We love to see it.

"Sooooo," her look went expectant, "want to try it?"

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"Oh." Did we really love to see it, Summer? Really?

"I was a plant this morning. When I woke up." A lovely potted bird of paradise!

Jon was more inclined to sit home and brood relax than go out to the bar, but Summer was his only real connection here, and he had some questions.

He stopped dead when he saw the wings, though. Was something going on? They didn't look as wrong as he'd expect something from the Spiral or the Flesh to look, but they certainly hadn't been there before.

He approached warily. "Summer. Are you...all right?" She hadn't seemed to mind actual questions before, even when he'd compelled her, so it was probably okay to ask.

"Oh! Jon!" That wary inquiry was met with a bright grin and a fluttering hop over, the stretch of Summer's wings barely missing a bottle. "Hey! Yeah, I'm just great! How are you? How's the new place?"

"Fine, I suppose," Jon answered, still wary. "Why do you have wings?"

Eventually Jon might realize he hardly had to bother compelling Summer, but he was nervous, and today was not that day.

"Oh, I don't know," Summer answered easily, with a little bit of a shrug and a smile that suggested she didn't feel the least bit bad about it. "I just woke up with them! And they are great, don't you think? I mean, this is the kind of thing that just...well, you just wake up with wings here at times. It's totes a thing. I'll take it! Though I doubt they'll stay for long, which, you know, that sucks."

Totes a thing? Jon couldn't help but wonder. Followed immediately by the knowledge of things that had happened here that were temporary and mostly harmless if you ignored the trauma. A lot of things. He put a hand to his head and winced at the flood of knowledge.

At least it didn't seem to be caused by the Fears, which was...mostly reassuring.

"Well, I...I hope you enjoy them while you have them, then," he offered. "They're very...pink?"

Have a seat and relax away from the buzz of the bar if you'd like!

There is, admittedly, more room to stretch one's wings over here.

Having unleashed his puppy on the poor, unsuspecting patrons of Caritas, a ten-year-old-but-not-really Gladio crouched down behind a seat in the lounge to cackle with delight at the supposed ensuing chaos. Was this all part of his evil plan? Maybe. Maybe not! Only time would tell!

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Should Cade be broadcasting a podcast from the lounge? Probably not, but how else could he track down Special Guest Star Tino to provide his expertise on IPAs and also the Big Game?

Which game? Who knew, but it was big and Cade was very excited about it between shilling for Blue Apron, Casper mattresses and Portalocity.

"Thanks for all of that info on the new hazy IPAs, Tino," Cade said, scratching idly at his arm, which despite being super soft was also weirdly, constantly itchy. "We'll be sure to stock up in time for the Big Game!"

Was Cade a terrible podcaster? Yuuuup.

There's darts back there! And...probably some other stuff! If Summer's bothering with it herself, she will be portaling over there, though, because fuck doors.

GODDAMN DO I LOVE ME SOME GIMMICKS.

Repeating here that Amazon is a crap company to work for and I may have the desire but not the will to juggle both work and this at the moment, but, gosh darn it, I'm gonna try. XD

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