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Caritas; Wednesday [09/15].

Summer Smith was having regrets.

Not about anything here, of course, although half of those jello shots really suggested that she maybe should, but she was starting to feel like she had made a huge mistake in actually agreeing to giving that whole 'family dinner with Barry' thing a try. Honestly, she felt she should have known better. Things had gone really well last weekend, so, statistically speaking, that only meant that things would probably be a disaster this coming weekend, although, really, she was convinced that anything having to deal with her family was a disaster right from the get-go.

But, hey, she figured as long as they didn't have to deal with the apocalypse (again), like some families as of late, they'd be good, right?

"I'm pretty sure I just doomed us to have to deal with the apolalpyse this weekend....again," Summer muttered, to no one in particular, shaking her head at her phone as she typed out yet another message to her dad about how, yes, that recipe looked fine for dinner, just like the fifteen million previous recipes he'd sent her, and then going back to respond to Morty who was just kind of being a little bitch about the whole thing, in between also, you know, doing her damn job, because it was a Wednesday night, like, she understood that at least Jerry had nothing else going on in his life, but didn't Morty at least have school to go to in the morning? Was he even still in school? Seriously, at this point, he'd probably just be better off as a drop-out...

And, because she was pretty sure he wouldn't bother responding anyway, Summer did add a text to Rick that went something along the lines of I swear to god, if you let the world get destroyed this weekend, pls just let it end me once and for all

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Grasshopper
Broken Glass
Ham Salad
Mac & Cheese

Caritas is open!

[[ and flying OCD-free today, because apparently, Dreamwidth woke up and chose violence this morning ]]

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Jon walked in and sat at the bar, nodding at Summer, not wanting to interrupt while she was on her phone.

Please, Jon, please, interrupt her, before that phone wound up being tossed into the dishwasher.

Also, cute of him to think she couldn't multitask and hold multiple conversations, in text and in person, at once.

In fact, she was beaming at him even as her fingers typed out a pretty significant rant to Morty about how sorry she was that no one except their mom cared about this new superhero girlfriend of his, and the only reason their mom cared was because she was apparently old af and he was, you know, in high school.

"Jon! Hey, how's it going? What can I get ya?"

"Since when do you have to coerce people into karaoke around here?"

A good question from the man who came to Caritas exclusively to talk to Summer and ergo had no idea how much karaoke was actually sung here at all.

After the events of the last week and being lectured at by Commander Walsh this morning, Goose was perhaps more eager than usual for a drink.

He took a seat at the bar, “is there really a drink made of broken glass?”

It honestly wouldn’t have surprised him but there was still much he was learning about these things.

"Since pretty much forever," Summer answered, while finishing up confirming to her dad that, sure, yeah, try some sort of honey-glazed teriyaki tofu whatever for dinner, she didn't care, not now, not with the last eighteen hundred suggestions, and then she lifted her head to look toward the stage in question. "Save for the band, that space is criminally underused. Every once in a while, some of the students come in for a party or whatever and they tear it up, but the shots have never been a good incentive."

Probably because at least half those shots were dubious at best more often than not.

"But, hey, you never know, right?"

With that, she tucked her phone away (for now) so she could get Lucifer the usual lineup of shots, and a grin.

"Why? You thinking of getting up there?"

And wouldn't it figure, her without the OCD for it today, too!

Jon looked at the list of jello shots.

"Erm...cider, please."

"I mean," said Summer, "if that's what you're into, I can definitely make it happen, but I'll need you to probably sign some sort of liability waiver first, just in case. This one, though," she hitched a thumb toward the board, "is just trying to be a cute name for this," she then gestured to her tray with the jello shots in question, "jello shot in particular. I mean, I could have just as easily called it stained glass, but it's way more fun seeing how many people walk in here and think I put actual glass shards in my jello."

Because she was pretty sure that wouldn't surprise most people if she had.

"Not feeling very adventurous tonight, huh?" Summer asked with a grin, because, really, she knew what she was doing when she made those choices, and was very glad the reactions, so far, were not disappointing. Dutifully, she got Jon the cider and set it in front of him, with a note to herself that she could probably be confident that this was going to be his go-to.

Goose was now curious about what that’d be like, his healing factor would probably cover him but he could already hear the lecture from Walsh and after this morning, he wanted to avoid that for a while.

“Should probably stick with the non glass version,” he said with a grin, “my commanding officer would probably have a heart attack if I did try it with glass,”

Honestly, if he were to actually try it, Summer would be incredibly interested in how that glass cocktail worked out for him the following day, too....

But, as it were...

"Some of the world's softest glass in jello and alcoholic form coming right up!" she announced, setting the shot before him with a mild amount of flair and a grin right back. "How've you been, Goose? Island treating you okay?"

Kiem had decided to try out the nightlife here, even if it was Wednesday, and had heard there was one bar that served drinks to teenagers. It turned out his toothpicks-against-alien-facehuggers teacher worked as a bartender. Was that going to be awkward? He was going to pretend it wasn't.

"Um. Are those drinks?" he asked, looking at the menu. "And what's karaoke?"

"Heh. I'm honestly not sure which of them sounds the worst. No offence!" he hastily added.

Jon liked fruity drinks. Unless Summer wanted to ply him with something mixed or add sangria as a special, yes, this was probably it.

"So you, um. Really like jello, I'm guessing." At least he hadn't seen anyone else with these specials.

Sometime during the evening Summer got a text with a photo of the kitchen in a complete mess.

No jello shots tonight. Issa got upset.

[This is just me feeling it's wrong for Seivarden not to let Summer know why she's not showing up, even if it's just because I don't have time for two characters in Caritas tonight.]

Summer was honestly just glad to get a text from someone she wasn't related to tonight.

And after thoroughly looking over that picture with her brows lifted, impressed, and even zooming in on some of the finer details, she had to respond with at least:

I think your cat needs therapy, my dude.

(Dude, in this case, obviously being a gender neutral term, thank you).p

"Thank you," he said before accepting the shot, "actually just got back this morning, they needed my help back home," he explained, "it could have gone better," he admitted.

It was only awkward when someone decided it should be awkward!

(Okay, it was still sometimes a little awkward, especially now that the gap between student-Sumer and adult-Summer was widening, and she kind of realized she hadn't seen all that many students in the bar except for for events in a while...)

"Aw, Kiem," Summer said, placing a hand to her chest almost proudly for a moment as she realized, "I get the opportunity to teach you in both the classroom and the world. So, they're psuedo-drinks, they're called jello shots, and they're basically wiggly little booze bites, if you've never tried one, you're definitely getting one on the house because it's your first one, even without the karaoke, and karaoke is amazing, and you should definitely do it, it's basically why we have that stage there, you basically go up, let the band know which song you want to sing, and then you sing it for everyone and it's great time because, ideally, everyone's so drunk that it doesn't matter if you suck, and if you don't suck, everyone's drunk so they appreciate it even more! 10 out of 10, highly recommend

"Oh?" said Summer, brows lifting with geunine interest as she also settled into that whole Lending-an-Ear Bartender vibe, complete with throwing a bartowel over her shoulder as she leaned foward on the bar a little. "What happened?"

And would it be better or worse than whatever it was she had in store for her this weekend? She hoped it was worse, like, way worse, but also, she knew better...

"It's kind of my thing," Summer explained with a modest shrug, the kind that was clearly working to be modest, but she couldn't hold back her small smile as easily. "Long story. I even used to run a whole jello cantina in space at one point." She waved her hands as if she wouldn't want to bore him with the sordid details of her intergalactic gelatin enterprises, although, okay, okay, if he twisted her arm about it...! "One of those things that just kind of sticks, you know?"

Or one of those things you just drove into the ground as hard as you could whenver you could!

"And trust me," she assured him, "none taken. Half the fun of the jello shots these days is seeing who I can gross out the most, so the names are deliberate tonight. The grasshopper's just a chocolate mint, and the broken glass is sort of fruity flavors in a cream coconut milk suspension."

Yes, she made that last part sound extra fancy on purpose.

"And, cards on the table, I actually really dig the mac and cheese one, too."

If this were a different day of the week, there would probably be no mac and cheese ones left because Summer would definitely devour all of them in an epic attack of the munchies.

He debated for a bit and then decided to tell her what happened.

“One of the planets in the League, Kirwin, needed our help,” he said at last, “back home we’re in a fight with the Queen of the Crown and she learnt an endangered species was being protected there… so she destroyed its defence shields but not before we got the distress signal.” he paused, “my teammates and I fought her armada off but because she knows where the refugees were staying, they have to find another home again,”

He considered it leaving it there but found himself adding, “also ran into an old rival who I’m supposed to bring in but he got away again and that’s going to upset certain prominent people back home when they find out,” he wasn’t looking forward to having to deal with the Board of Leaders when that discovery was made.

Watch Rey hope that Summer had just forgotten the other week! Especially since she had to open with, "...Broken Glass?"

"Oh! Those don't sound too bad, then," Jon agreed. "A, um...a jello cantina sounds...interesting."

"It was mostly a front for a super secret spy operation," Summer elaborated blithely, as if this was half-expected and totally a normal thing you'd expect from a jello cantina, "but it did really well as a business, too. People in space loved that shit."

Or at least they did in the very small corner of the demographic she'd been tapping into.

To be fair, Summer had been dealing with a lot since the other week, but, yeah, no, kind of hard to just forget your relatively straight-laced bestie somehow definitely giving off the vibe that she could easily outdrink you all of a sudden.

But the Broken Glass comment was definitely a good start toward at least distracting her from mentioning anything as a proud grin surfaced. Because she was definitely expecting reactions like that.

"Wanna try one?" she asked.

"I need to know what's in it first, with that name," Rey said, logically.

"Good thing you're back out here for now, then, right?" asked Summer, who wondered if those certain prominent people would be upset enough that the distance between dimensions wouldn't really matter too much, and she tilted her head, because sometimes, it was just nice to hear about other people's crazy space adventures, while feeling that deep longing for her own stir up in her stomach again.

She really, really did miss it...

"But, wait," she said, "did this Queen of the Crown," redundant much? Geez, "want to destroy the defense shields just because there was an endangered species there? So, like, it would be even more in danger?"

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