Caritas; Wednesday [03/01].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Soooooo, apparently, going to her Baked Baking class actually baked and saying yes to consuming literally every suggestion Stark had made for her milkshakes was a terrible idea that Summer was paying the consequences for that day! But it was fine. In fact, she was pretty sure making terrible decisions was all a part of the post-break-up recovery process, although, she had to admit, this one was hitting way different than all of her previous break-up experience. Who knew, that getting over a month-long fling or an on-and-off again high school boyfriend was not at all the same as saying goodbye to nearly two-and-a-half years (good god) of someone who actually was pretty much perfect for you?

(Except, you know, the whole priorities thing).

Either way, she'd done the copious amounts of alcohol thing. She'd done the getting blazed out of her mind thing. She hadn't done the blowing up asteroids thing yet because there were emotions tied to her blaster cannons, so she figured the next step was clearly the messy, ill-advised hook-up. She was definitely starting to reconsider her previous decision that access to her cell phone ranked way higher than a Hargreeves hookup, and she started to realize that you know who she hadn't heard from in ages? Ethan. What ever happened to Ethan? Tricia would probably kno---oooh, Tricia Lange, actually, now that was an--ew. Eww, wait, no, Tricia thought Summer's dad was hot and slept with Shunsui at one of her birthday parties. Those tits, though....

It was when Summer started to wonder if it would be very difficult to track down wherever Hemorrhage had wound up that she realized this was a terrible idea and even she had limits, and, really, she should just reactivate her Tinder and go from there.

And that wasn't helping, either, as she swiped through with a sigh in the moment before people started filing into the bar, because, honestly? All she wanted right now was a dude with an insane jawline, absolutely no fashion sense, and whose ears turned red in the cutest way possible whenever she started to get even remotely weird with it...(which was...often).

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Strawberry Margarita*
Lemon Drop
Cherry Fireball

Caritas is open!

Comments

The Stage - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Cathartic break-up songs will earn you extra free jello.

The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Where surely no one will notice that there was a surprisingly small amount of jello shots on offer that evening and all of them were pretty fucking basic bitch, too....

(frozen comment) Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had only gotten back today, and once she'd gotten settled back in she decided to come out.

And greeted Summer with a "Hey," and a questioning look in case she was picking up a vibe here.

(frozen comment) Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

And Summer, who just assumed everyone at this point would be caught up on all the finer intricacies of her personal life because why wouldn't they, met that questioning look with a small attempt at a smile. "Hey," she greeted back. "What are we in for tonight, Rey?"

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[thatwaslucky]

"The lemon one and conversation," she said with a little smile.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[stykera]

"I brought the cupcakes," Stark said when he walked in and set a container of sangria cupcakes on the bar beside him.

"If you're ready for more sugar yet?"

He gave the specials board a curious look but didn't comment.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Cupcakes today had sounded like a great idea yesterday. Today, however?

Summer looked at the cupcakes on the counter and felt both a strange tug on her chest and an uncomfortable twist in her stomach, and then she gave Stark a smile.

"I don't think I'm going to be ready for more sugar for a while," she admitted, "but I think I can make an exception for cupcakes. Thanks, Stark."

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[stykera]

"They're sangria," he explained. "I found a recipe and thought of you but I hadn't made them yet."

Somehow this had seemed like the time to do it though Stark still wasn't totally certain he'd made the correct choice.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[no_culdesac]

"Summer," Nancy greeted her as she slid onto a barstool. She had a brand-new phone in her hands, which she gently laid on the counter with the reverence of someone who thought it was fragile and important, and had not yet learned that you should just treat your phone as a unbreakable extension of your arm, fuck it. "How's it going?"

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Okay, first off, Nancy with a new phone was a great thing to see that filled Summer's heart with Gen Z pride, and that delicate handling of it was possibly the cutest damn thing she'd seen in a while, and it was just nice to be able to experience that kind of simple joy without the aid of substances again, really.

But that was the easy part, and, in light of her and Nancy's conversation from a few weeks ago, she considered actually answering that question honestly, but...

"First," she said, "before I answer that question, you answer one for me first: what am I getting you to drink?"

Because she deserved to have her alcohol before any of that.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[no_culdesac]

Nancy's eyebrows arched up a little, because this sounded...interesting? Interesting was probably the wrong word, but color Nancy curious, anyway.

"Lemon drop sounds nice?" she offered, glancing at the specials. Unlike a couple of weeks ago, Nancy did not feel the need to do a minimum of five jello shots just to, like, be able to think. (Nor would she be repeating what had happened after she left the bar two weeks ago, ahem.) "And a beer. Something cheap."

Mostly because Nancy thought expensive beers were kind of gross, it turned out?

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[hasaknightjob]

What Steven noticed was that there was a vegan option still in spite of what Summer was going through. As he sat at the bar he debated if he should mention that he noticed it or if this was one of those things he was meant to not mention.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, he was back, wasn't he? Why wouldn't there be a vegan option? Especially when everything was totally normal and totally fine?

"Steven," Summer nodded and met him with a smile at a lower wattage than usual, but a smile all the same. "The usual?"

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[hasaknightjob]

"Please," Steven said. Summer might notice he was also more subdued than his usual when he replied. But more in a way which suggested he was lower energy in general. Nothing to do with Summer or her remembering he had a usual. "Welcome home, yeah?"

The question was open ended, just in case Summer hadn't wanted to be home yet.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[pocketpretzels]

“Hello, you,” Watts greeted. No shoulder bump, and with a noticeable gap between them as he sat, but a genuine smile on his face.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[hasaknightjob]

Lower energy though he might be, Steven always had a smile for Llewellyn. "Hello, you. Been ages."

Or just hours. One of those.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[pocketpretzels]

“Good evening, Miss Smith,” Watts greeted. If he noticed the specials board, he wasn’t about to say, though that was fairly usual.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Good evening, Detective Watts," Summer parroted back, more than happy to have a nice canned response to volley at him that saved her the trouble of effort. "And what will we be drinking tonight?"

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[pocketpretzels]

“A merlot,” Watts decided. Mostly because that seemed like a nice, reliable choice for an evening that was meant to be a return to routine. Though he also added a particular winery and year, so as not to make it too simple a task.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[notagoose]

Goose had unexpectedly been called back home at the last minute that morning and had gotten back much later than he would have liked.

He was still wearing his Galaxy Rangers uniform because he hadn’t bothered going across the street to change, “hey,” he said as he took a seat at his usual spot at the bar, “um…how are you feeling?”

He wasn’t sure if that was the correct thing to ask, he did still want to check in with Summer though and see how she was.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"....a new appreciation for a man in uniform," was Summer's answer, with a blink, and only after the fact realized that she had seen Goose in his uniform before, but whatever, it was fine, she was all sorts of off the rails right now. She was already setting up a row of shots for him, though, and, since there were so few tonight, a second row, as well. "What's the occasion?"

Also, this response worked beautifully for deflecting any and all attention from herself.

Re: The Bar - 03/01.

[notagoose]

“Last minute security detail assignment,” Goose sighed as he gratefully reached for that first shot, “Senator Wheiner wanted two Galaxy Rangers present, Captain Foxx had to go but neither Doc or Niko wanted the assignment…they drew straws, apparently did one for me, and mine was the shortest,”

He was not entirely sure how that had worked but he hadn’t been able to get out of the assignment, “have I missed out on anything here?”

He’d only been gone a day but he knew how things could change here.

The Lounge - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Because it's there. To be lounged in. Or whatever.

The Back Room - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Mechanical bull. Stripper pole. Probably still some darts back there, too!

OOC - 03/01.

[somethingwithturquoise]