fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [11/22].

Well, today was Blackout Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, where most bars in America were said to do some of their best business of the year. A bar on Fandom Island was likely a bit different, but Summer hoped there was still at least a good showing tonight, if only because then it would keep Tino busy so she was less likely to have to deal with him doing anything weird like dressing up like a Pilgrim or letting a bunch of actual turkeys onto the stage to perform some karaoke.

...okay, maybe she would like to see that last one. For, like, a minute, and then she was pretty sure she couldn't wait to see all those turkeys plucked and roasted or maybe even deep fried and the centerpiece of someone's very awkward family holiday. But who knew? Maybe they'd get the turkey equivalent of Pavarotti up there or something.

Not that it mattered, because Tino had no intention of bringing in any turkeys, but that was beside the point.Something needed to fill up the text of the post, so why not that?

Featured Cocktail
Chipolte Maple Syrup Old Fashioned

Featured Jello
Rosemary Pomegranate
Pumpkin Pie
Cranberry Champagne
Turkey Vegetable Salad

Caritas is open!

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Maybe someone other than Atton will have a go? Maybe? Maaaaybe?

Do your part in upholding the Blackout Wednesday holiday tradition by drinking away your feelings about awkward family-centric dinners!

"I'd rather not have the turkey," Stark said after he looked at the specials board. "Please. But I'd like the others."

He settled onto his usual stool then gave Summer the usual soft smile. "Hello, Summer."

"But Staaa~aaark," Summer said, putting an extra pout into the whine for dramatic effect, as she dutifully set out the three non-turkey shots out for him before getting started on the cocktail, "it's the day before Thanksgiving!"

Stark, who had expected a bit of pushback, looked pleased with himself as he answered.

"And I can be very thankful for not having to have turkey jello!"

"Yet," Summer corrected.

Threatened.

Same difference, although the turkey shot was still safely separate from the others as she then tilted her head with a soft smile back. "And hello, Stark," she added, "how has your day been?"

"If you don't make me have the turkey one I can keep being thankful all night," Stark said. He was grinning now.

"The day was quiet. It's been a quiet week since everyone came back to being their usual selves. Did class go well?"

"Don't act like you weren't already going to do exactly that anyway," Summer countered back with a faint smirk of her own, "but good job, now, if you don't get turkey jello, you've got pressure to really perform well....

"And class was fine," she shrugged. "I got lazy, so it was just Blips & Chitz today. Hard to go wrong with big ass space arcade."

A pause.

"Have I ever dragged you there before?"

"I can handle pressure," Stark said.

Well. Sometimes. Sometimes he just panicked under pressure. Not usually this sort of pressure though.

"I went to an arcade for Liam's birthday once but it wasn't in space. It was loud. I don't remember going to yours?"

Summer will be the judge of that.

"Loud in a bad, no thank you, never again kind of way?" she checked. "Or loud in just a general, accurate description kind of way?"

Summer was currently the only judge of that.

"Just loud," Stark said. "I wasn't expecting it to be so...much. I could try one again. If you wanted. Now that I know more of what to expect."

Well, if Stark wanted a second opinion on that, he could go get one!

"Maybe we should go sometime, then," she said with a nod. "Could be fun. You could even win me a prize if you were good enough at the games..."

Or just had enough time and money to pour into them, anyway.

Stark emphatically did not want other opinions at this time.

"I'd try to win you something," Stark agreed. "But I might not be good at any of the games. We should go. Sometime. Unless your grandfather would find us there too."

Well....his loss, then!

"I mean," Summer admitted, somewhat reluctantly, "it's always a possibility. That guy fucking love Blips & Chits almost as much as he loves Boob World."

Don't worry, Stark, Summer would not be inviting you to accompany her to Boob World, too.

"But it's a big place, we should be fine if we just avoid the Roy consoles."

Stark did not consider it a loss. He was very happy only having the one opinion on the subject at this point in his life.

"I still think it's very odd you have a whole planet of...boobs," he said. It was definitely for the best Summer not take him there. His awkwardness might cause him to combust.

"But if it's a big enough place, the arcade not the other one, then we should go. And avoid anything there your grandfather might want to play."

They'd pretty much guaranteed a Rick sighting, hadn't they?

Oh, it was pretty much a done deal now. But constant Rickterruptions at the worst and most inconvenient times was just what you signed onto when you decided Summer Smith was the only person you wanted to sleep with.

"I'll bring my portal gun," she offered. "That way, the second we get sight or sound....or, let's be honest, smell of him, we can just hop off to somewhere else."

Surely, there was no way in which that could backfire!

Summer was worth dealing with Rick though. Stark was okay with it. Mostly.

"That sounds like a good idea. Very wise. But you're full of good ideas...and some terrible ones about food. You're not doing anything terrible to any food tomorrow, are you?"

"I should make something to bring tomorrow if I do go over to Dr. Lecter's," Summer realized, looking a little thoughtful, "but most of my Thanksgiving cooking will probably come for the Friendsgiving next weekend? I haven't decided on my level of grossness, I guess we'll just see which way I get ~inspired~."

"I'll try not to inspire you," Stark said as he reached for one of his shots.

"At least not too much. Should I make something for the weekend? Not something gross."

Some of the tables do appear to be kid's tables today.

Which is randomly filled with coats today?

Go home with one that isn't actually yours and only discover that fact when you put your hand in one of the pockets and regret it.

Feeling mildly human again. Let's see how this goes.

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