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Caritas; Wednesday [09/27].

There were still a lot of apples in the bar on Wednesday. And they were being repurposed. Not for drinks tonight, but, instead, Tino was in the process of making a lot of little apple head witch dolls and setting them all around the bar.

"Number one," stated Summer, after removing one from the ice machine, because, um, hello, creepy and unsanitary?, "you have got to stop hanging out with Tiny."

Were all the apples better than all the pumpkins? She had no idea. She did not care to know.

"And number two," she continued, "there are--"

She was going to say that there were a lot of witches on this island, or some approximation of them, and something like this might be just a tad bit insensitive and offensive, but then she thought about them potentially cursing him over it, and....you know what? She was alright with that.

"Never mind," she said. "Although, really, we do have a zombie band, I feel like you're missing a real opportunity to make apple head zombies to really drive home our whole brand, you know?"

So there you go. If people didn't come in and distract him with getting them drinks, Tino was going to slowly populate the bar with little apple headed witches and zombies.

And one appleheaded Summer, apparently, by the tiny pink tank top and red ponytail that was making Tino real lucky that this place had that sanctuary spell.

Featured Cocktail
Smoky Harvest Apple Cider Margarita

Featured Jello Shots
Caramel Apple
Old Fashioned
Cranberry Whiskey*
"False Frommage"

Caritas is open!

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No word yet on how the zombie band feels about their apple-faced likenesses.

Your safest spot away from the apple dolls, because Summer will be systematically removing them when she comes across them because no one needs that staring at them while they're just trying to have a few nice jello shots.

"What is 'false frommage'?" Stark asked that with some trepidation as he slid on to his regular stool. You could never be sure if you really wanted to know the answer about the final jello.

"Hello, Summer." No trepidation there. Just the sort of soft smile reserved only for her these days.

"Hello, Stark," Summer said back, with the exact sort of smile that usually accompanied it, just before it turned into the exact sort of smile that accompanied a question like that. "And I honestly have no idea, some real asshole DMed it to me, it's from the 70s and has literally nothing to do with cheese, it's just, like, marshmallows, whipped cream and orange? But, like, now also with vodka and in bite-sized jello format. It's actually not bad, it's just a goddamn mystery."

Did Stark need to be concerned about people sliding into Summer's DMs? Once someone explained what that meant to him, anyway.

"That sounds fine then," Stark said. "Maybe one of everything tonight?"

Luckily he had an alien metabolism and could usually handle this sort of thing.

"The fancy drink to start. Please."

"It is very fancy," Summer assured him, already starting to line up the shots for Stark before he even finished talking, and then she went to grab everything she needed to mix it up. "I think you'll really like it."

As if her making it didn't already make that pretty much true.

"How was your day?" she asked, as she started mixing the drink. "Anything fun?"

"Nothing much, today," Stark told her as he watched the drink preparation.

"I looked at some recipes," he said, "after I was done with radio. In case there are visitors."

He thought Chiana might come. He very much hoped Summer's grandfather would not.

"Didn't really find anything though."

"Visitors?" Summer asked, pausing in her drink making to blink at Stark, and then it clicked.

"Oh,shit," she said, "that's right! Parents Weekend already!"

Her brows lifting as she resumed her work. "Is Chiana coming again this year?"

"I haven't heard," Stark said. "But she just appeared the last two times. I don't see why she wouldn't this time too."

Sure, he could ask but then they would have to have a conversation and there might be awkward questions and he didn't want to deal with that. Much better to deal with that in person."

"I hope she does," Summer informed him. "I like Chiana. It would be good to see her again. And, hey, if she does show up, we can make some of those cupcakes. You know, those 'spec~ial' ones we talked about? I mean, we can still make them if she doesn't show up, too, but I'm sure she'd appreciate them."

And, with that, a couple of apple slices, some rosemary, and a flick of a match at the end of a cinnamon stick, Summer proudly set the cocktail in front of Stark and grinned, pleased as hell about how it turned out.

"Not bad, huh?"

"It's on fire!" Stark exclaimed. Clearly he was delighted by this fact.

"And I like Chiana too. Of course I do." He had slept with her for a few weeks, after all.

"I'm glad you like her too. And yes. Cupcakes! That's a good idea."

"Just a little," Summer said, looking incredibly pleased about that reaction, beaming a little with her proud smile. "Just enough to give a little smoke for effect without, you know, burning the place down.

"And I'll make sure we have what we'll need, then," she added with a nod. "So either way, we'll end up having a pretty good time, right?"

"I like it," Stark said, grinning. "I should take a picture...but who would I show it to?"

It wasn't like he had any social media accounts. Unlike some people who had all of them.

"We will have a good time," he agreed. "With or without her. Although...do you think anyone is coming for you?"

Like, say, a very unpleasant grandfather and his bag of pigs?

"You can show it to everyone who didn't show up tonight," Summer suggested, "so they can see what they're missing out on.

"And, no, man," she shook her head, leaned her arm on the bar a little, "my family pretty much stopped caring about that the moment I graduated. And Mr. Poopybutthole likes to make it when he can, but his son's got a dance recital this weekend, I think."

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"I could," Stark said. He nodded and pulled out his phone to snap a few photos. Hopefully at least one turned out decently. "They ought to see for themselves though."

He looked around the bar, frowning a little. "It has been quiet..." The frown lessened. "But then I get you to myself. And I can't mind that." Sorry, Tino.

"If Chiana comes she'll want to visit you though. She liked you."

Maybe a little too much.

Don't be sorry to Tino.

Summer definitely wasn't, but she was also just sort of basking a little in the whole not minding having her to himself thing as if it was an entirely new concept or something.

"If she comes and doesn't visit me," she then pointed out, "I'm gonna be pissed."

Well, maybe not pissed. But she would probably pout a lot. And maybe have a small self-esteem crisis.

Stark could be good at sharing. Stark also enjoyed having his favorite person all to himself.

"I wouldn't let her do that," he promised. "And she wouldn't want to do that! If she's here we'll be together, the three of us."

And surely there was nothing unexpected that might happen to throw a wrench in any of those plans!

"See, now," said Summer, smiling, "that sounds like fun. That's a fun weekend, right there. I hope she does show up. And we'll have amazing pot cupcakes, and it'll be awesome. Do you think we should do any particular flavor? Should we get, like, crazy stupid with the toppings, like with sprinkles and shit?"

Surely not! Just three people hanging out and eating pot cupcakes. What could go wrong?

"They don't have chocolate there," Stark said. "But...they don't have much there that we have here. Different flavored frosting than cake and yes toppings. Maybe candy?"

They were going to be awesome cupcakes.

"Oh, right, I think I remember that coming up at some point," Summer realized, "about the chocolate. So, yes, definitely chocolate, and we have a ton of Halloween candy at the store now, too, like those Reese's pumpkins--ooh! We could do chocolate cupcakes, with a peanut butter frosting and, like, a fudge swirl on top with crushed peanuts and a little, like, Reese's peanut butter pumpkin garnish."

A pause.

"Unless, like, she has a peanut allergy or something."

A space peanut allergy.

But, yeah, Stark's friend dying of (space) anaphylactic shock on Parents Weekend would be bad.

Stark nodded along as Summer talked.

"Yes. Yes. Good! We can do all of that and she's had peanut butter before so she'll be fine. Those sound very good."

A beat.

"You have wonderful ideas."

This was, of course, not news, especially coming from Stark, but it was just hitting her in a way that evening that made Summer smile appreciatively and maybe, just maybe, get just a pleased little splash of pink across her cheeks.

"Thanks," she said. "Maybe we could do candy corn ones, too. I mean, you guys don't have Halloween, we could really go all out for a little taste of that experience. Pumpkin spice ones, too, actually..."

"I love you," Stark told her with another of those soft smiles.

Also not news but sometimes it needed to be said.

"You just love that my brilliant mind works well with baked goods," said Summer, who then hesitated, just a moment, almost as if weighing if that flippancy could manage to counterbalance any sort of sincerity when she added, "And I love you, too."

And even if the balance of it didn't quite get to where it would be most comfortable, this was Stark, so that was probably going to keep him floating for at least a bit.

Stark's smile widened. Yes, that would keep him going for a while. It didn't take much.

"That's one thing I love," he told her. "Among so many others."

Summer bit her lip for a moment, before leaning just that much further across the bar.

"...think you want to maybe tell me more about some of the other ones later?"

Stark leaned in as well, nodding eagerly.

"Please."

She was so close now he was going to be bold and try for a kiss.

And you know what? The bar was quiet, they were</> pretty close, and maybe there was possibly something in the air tonight, too.

So she was going to let him, and even kiss him back, too, while they were at it.

"That's another thing I love," Stark said quietly when he pulled back. "I'll tell you others later."

Just avoid the one table where Tino has set it up to look like a bunch of the dolls having a tea party. Unless you're into that. We won't judge. Much.

Apple witch dolls. Apple witch dolls everywhere back here.....

Look, I'm closing on a house in two days and trying not to freak out about it, my brain is fucking useless right now.

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