fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [09/22].

Summer was distracted by her phone again this week, although not exactly in the same way she had been last week. Instead of having to deal with an influx of incoming messages she'd rather not deal with, she was mostly hoping to get a response to just one message...and was still not getting it. Which was fine, she wasn't really expecting a response right away, she knew she was probably, like, supes busy right now, but she couldn't help obsessively checking it, hoping to see a new message from a mostly unfamiliar number, although every time she checked, and there wasn't a message there, she wondered if maybe no news was good news, because what was she going to do if she actually said no?

Let's be real: Summer would probably still go anyway, but it would be kind of nice if she could have her mother (or her mother's clone's, it didn't really matter) blessing on the whole thing.

But she was here, it was Wednesday, she had a job to do, so she was going to do her best to ignore the phone and pay attention to the bar and all her regulars, and who knows? Maybe they could make her feel like going through all her usual Fandom motions suddenly felt kind of empty and contrite all of a sudden. Maybe she might even be able to forget about the phone for a little while...

...doubt it. But maybe!

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"Ooh, is there drama on the socials?"

What? She had her face plastered to her phone, it was entirely possible.

"Hm?" Summer blinked up at Lucifer for a moment, waiting for her brain, which was a million miles, a different dimension, a galaxy far, far away, to come back and focus on this one. "Oh. Um. I mean, probably? Isn't there always?"

She was going to put her phone away, though. And try to focus on the here and now.

"Full set as usual, Mr. Morningstar?" she asked, putting on a smile to get back into bartender mode.

"Yes," Lucifer said. He eyed her. "So why are you staring at your phone as if something is about to leap out and grab you by the throat?"

"Ohgod," Summer murmured as she went to set up his shots, "I could only be so lucky."

But all joking, kinks and/or fatalism aside, Summer sighed a little as she hesitated, then added, "I'm expecting a text. But it's...whatever. Not a big deal. How are you doing this week?"

Well, he hadn't burst out crying on either of his partners this week. So far. It was early days!

"Rather well," Lucifer said, "The strangely enjoyable quiet continues. Though I am working on figuring out how to take my therapist back to her universe."

Summer's head definitely tilted at that one. "She's stuck in a different one?" she asked. "You want to see if we can portal her back? Granted, I've definitely learned that if a certain dimension wants you to stay put, the portal gun won't do shit, and who even knows what other kind of factors there are with you involved, probably, but I mean, hey. You know I'd be willing to give it a try."

"She's stuck across the causeway, in Baltimore," Lucifer clarified. "She appears to have, ah, teleported along when Duke, Octavia and I came back from LA."

Because he'd had a panic attack and he'd needed his safety therapist. The celestial subconscious at work.

"And, what?" Summer asked. "Portaocity's being uncooperative about getting her back? I mean, that's kind of what the PG is all about. I already have your dimension in my database, from my birthday party. I log everywhere I've been to, just in case...

"Worth a try, right?" She grinned a little. "Even if it doesn't work out for whatever ~~usually plotty~~ reason, I would loooooove to actually meet this woman."

And bring her, like, soooo much booze.

Linda would appreciate it. And then spend the entire night being perfectly poised and reasonable and totally not admitting to the fact she got a massive kick out of everything Lucifer-related.

"Ah," Lucifer said slowly, "My world just seems... generally inaccessible at the moment..."

Not that he was. You know. Reluctant. To go back.

"He says," said Summer, just as slowly, and now with slightly narrowed eyes, "without even having tried. Seriously, Luce, what's the harm in just giving it a shot?"

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Are you sure there isn't some kind of Tiktok fight or something that you were upset about and you'd like to talk about?" he said. "Or whatever else that text is supposed to be about?"

Smooth.

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