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Caritas; Wednesday [01/17].

When Summer came into the bar for her shift that evening, Tino was dressed up as Ben Franklin, complete with the the iconic bald top and everything. Summer definitely did not and would not ask, and she made a deal with him that he would not tell her so long as she agreed to have today's cocktail be what he made for the night.

She squinted a little as she considered it, and then put out her hand. "Deal."

Also, she insisted that any Ben Franklin-esque womanizing and drinking were strictly off the table.

Featured Cocktail
Ben Franklin's Milk Punch

Featured Jello
Cherry Fire Pepper
Sriracha
Mango Jalapeño
5-Alarm Ghost Chili

Caritas is open!

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"Do I know who Mical is?" asked Summer, with a faint grin, especially since she was pretty sure she heard the name tossed around at least once, but beyond that? "But I'm sure pacing yourself through some jello shots is a good way to stretch some time, unless you're really in the mood for something else. And, I don't know, what's the longest song you know? Just do that. Or isn't there some Iron Butterfly song or something that's, like, notoriously long? Unless I can convince you into the long version of 'All Too Well'."

That? Would actually kind of make her night a little bit, ngl.

"The guy currently running the Temple and calling himself 'Grand Master', which I think is hilariously stupid," Atton said. He tilted his head. "All of the long songs I know are prog and I'm not going to inflict that on you. 'All Too Well'?"

"Honestly," said Summer, "if it's long enough, at a certain point, it just becomes background noise anyway, and 'All Too Well' is a ten-minute long Taylor Swift song."

She'd gauge his reaction to that before deciding whether to continue nudging.

"Also," she added, "Grand Master does sound like he's just way too into either chess or role-playing games."

"Taylor Swift, huh," Atton said, reaching for his phone. "You mind a slightly sarcastic interpretation?"

The pleased smile immediately on her face answered well before Summer's words did, as she lightly shook her head. "Not at all," she said. "That's just giving it your own little artistic flair, right? Making it your own."

"Then sarcastic ten-minute Taylor Swift it is," Atton announced, already rising from his seat. "Because I like the thought of me doing this while Mical is eating himself alive."

And you know what? Spiteful T-Swift karaoke was definitely something Summer could get behind, and she was never not going to love someone going up there and throwing out her name in dedication, either, even if she did have to share the credit pretty heavily.

"You know," she said, once he got back from the stage, looking still terribly pleased with all of it, "I usually give a free shot with a karaoke song, but I think that one's earned you two, if you want 'em. And now you can also use the bartender gushing about your performance non-stop as an excuse for being stuck here longer, too."

Yeah, you know what? Atton was going to hold his hand up for a high five on that last one. "Probably shouldn't get anything alcoholic," he said grudgingly, "But everything else, I'm game. A little praise goes a long way."

Summer grinned probably way too much to be met with a high five, and she laughed a little, shrugging a shoulder. "Got virgin versions of all of 'em," she told him, "but the cherry one and the mango are probably the better ways to go unless you're, like, super into spice. If not those, then I'll do a nice shot of orange juice or something with you to celebrate your continued delay."

"Let's do cherry and mango and then see how much the sugar makes me lose all sense of sane drinking, all right?" Atton said, managing a faint, amused smile at all of that.

"Good plan," said Summer, approvingly, as she went to pluck the two shots in question off the virgin tray and in front of Atton, and then went to grab a glass of water, too, for good measure, especially since he did pull through ten minutes of vaguely sarcastic singing. "So...is this Grand Master Mical trying to rush you back for any specific reason, or is it just a general nagging sort of micromanagement?"

"Same problem from last week," Atton sighed. "He got a new lead and I think he's getting antsy."

He reached for the shot. "Thanks."

"Meanwhile, you're probably in less of a rush to have to deal with it if that lead turns out to be a good one," Summer guessed.

"Yeah, and I like having a life," Atton said, knocking back the shot. "... Nice. How's yours been, anyway?"

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