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Caritas; Wednesday [03/27].

So, this was Summer's first pollen week while single in three years, so she was thinking thigns could get a little interesting at her Caritas shift that evening.

Good interesting? Bad interesting?

(Even worse. not interesting at all??)

She had no idea, so she was trying not to think about it, or build up any expectations, to keep herself simultaneously prepared for everything and for nothing at all. Which left a pretty big, obnoxious knot in her stomach.

Although that could also just be from working in all-too-close proximity of Tino and the realization that, especially without the 'I have a boyfriend!' shield, that could theoretically happen tonight.

Yeah, okay, she was definitely going to just focus on making drinks and slinging jello and insisting this was an absolutely normal Wednesday night, until something started to look decidedly more advantageous for her.

Well, maybe with a little help from the specials tonight. What? She was nothing if not an opportunist.

Featured Cocktail
Kinky Blow Pop

Featured Jello
Red Headed Slut
Blowjob
Sex on the Beach
Slippery Nipple

Caritas is open!

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"Hello, Stark." Summer had definitely noticed the outfit choice that say, so there was almost a little bit of an apology in her smile back, because she was really appreciating the extra effort being put up, but, man, there was going to be a lot more awkward things happening tonight than just logistics, huh? "What can I get you?"

"... the fancy drink," Stark said after a pause. Asking for any of the shots by name didn't feel quite right tonight. It might not ever feel quite right. He wasn't exactly the sort to ask for that sort of thing outright even if it was just a drink name.

"Please?"

Summer was eying Stark for a moment with that response, once again somewhat fascinating by his odd logic in being bold enough for leather pants but not bold enough to ask for a dirty-sounding shot from a woman whose thumb he'd sucked in front of a whole-ass classroom. And she actually was the person who understood him better than anyone.

She shook her head and started reaching for her cocktail ingredients.

"Well," she said, one of many lines she suspected she'd be repeating tonight, "since you asked so nicely. I was actually going to make one of these for you anyway." Like she always did, shh, not the point. "I think you'll like it. It's very pink."

The vibes were off, Summer! What he could do?

"I do like pink," he said, nodding. "It's busy tonight."

Not surprising. Just worth commenting on.

"Yeah," Summer agreed, and she took a moment to let her eyes drift around the bar as a relieved sort of grin surfaced that they didn't really need to pay too close attention to, because a worry that most people would avoid the place like the plague instead this week had been a legitimate concern for her, but, well...

Her roaming eyes went back to Stark with a faint grin and she poured the drink she'd mixed and worked on the garnish, setting it in front of him with a, "Big week for booze, really..."

"I haven't had any yet," Stark pointed out.

Because Monday and Tuesday had gone well. At least as far as Stark could tell. Sometimes he got these things wrong but he didn't think he had this time.

"This week. Just this one. Thank you."

He watched her watching everyone else with a tiny frown on his face but picked up the glass to try and hide it. He knew how this all worked and he wasn't going to be weird if he could help it, but... there was always that but.

Monday and Tuesday had gone very well! But Summer didn't go three years not being single during a pollen week just to spend this one yet again just sleeping with the same person the whole time, dammit.

And she wasn't going to let awkwardness guilt her into feeling otherwise.

"You're welcome," she chirped at him happily. "Let me know what you think. You know there's definitely plenty more where that came from."

Okay, at this point, she really just couldn't even turn it off, but also, this was just a normal conversation with Stark anyway.

He wasn't trying to guilt anyone! He was just feeling some feelings. On top of some other feelings. There was a lot of feeling this week.

"S'good," Stark told her. "I might need another. Or jello? What do you recommend?"

That look that Summer had given Stark when he first sat down was back, with a faint touch of seeming to ask him if he really thought she was going to make it that easy for him.

"Tough call," she said. "They're all pretty good this time around. I guess it depends...what are you in the mood for?"

"Same as always," Stark said, looking at her evenly.

Why did this have to be difficult? It shouldn't be. Aand things weren't supposed to be serious and he wasn't supposed to be weird but he was always weird and maybe that was why...

"The redheaded slut?" He stumbled over the last word, a little. It felt wrong but he tried to smile to cover it up.

But sometimes it was also important to have to navigate through these kinds of weird, rough waters, and they would work through it and they'd come out in the end fine! Hopefully without anyone drowning or anything!

But so help her if that little stumble at the end and the attempt to pass it off like it was nothing wasn't somehow both endearing and a little heartbreaking and pulled a those sympathy strings, but, also, like, dammit, Stark....

"That's a good choice," she just said, with a faint smile as she set it down for him. "I think you'd probably like the Blow Job and the Slippery Nipple."

You know what, though? No. She couldn't bring herself to feel too bad about it, he had to know what he was going to be walking into today, right?

"I know I'd like those," Stark said after too long of a pause.

And he'd known what he might be walking into but he'd also, maybe (definitely) hoped there might be an opportunity to say, jump over the bar or be dragged into the back. Although the night was still young-ish. If he didn't leave early in a mess of feelings and hormones. Or just hormones. Who knew?

"I've liked those before. And sex on the beach." Or at least looking over beaches.

And there were plenty of people to potentially leave early with!

After all, Summer did know a certain photographer with blonde spiky hair and a terrible beard that probably owed her some pretty big favors, ahem.

"So you're just batting a thousand on all of 'em, then, huh?" said Summer, quirking a slight grin at him as she shoved the remaining shots across the bar with both hands.

Look, if Summer thought she could get that photographer on board...

"What if I'm striking out?" Look at that! He'd gotten the metaphor right!

Stark gave her a crooked smile and reached for one of the shots at random.

Unfortunately, she could practically already hear the aghast and shocked appeals about how why would she have put all that effort into helping him with his wedding if she was just going to turn around and try and ruin his marriage like that?

Ugh. Monogamy. So cringe right now.

"Well," Summer countered, though there seemed to be a little intrigue over Stark maybe showing up to the plate to play some real fucking ball here, "you do miss one hundred percent of the swings you don't take..."

Maybe it wouldn't ruin the marriage. Maybe it would just add a little spice!

"Do you?" Stark asked, picking up the Blow Job now because this conversation needed whipped cream added.

"I haven't tried any swings tonight, have I? What if..."

Down went the shot, with far more licking of lips than was strictly necessary.

"Last year, when I was here, this week... watching you... all I wanted to do was jump over the bar and kiss you."

Just sharing some information.

You know, Summer had set out tonight thinking of sticking to a certain principle, but, at the same time, a part of what made her so appealing was her flexibility, right?

Revolving fucking door.

(She was definitely forking over some extra tips Tino's way at the end of night for how much covering he was doing for her ass).

She looked at Stark in a very familiar way for a moment.

"What are you thinking about doing now?"

"Jumping over the bar," Stark told her seriously, voice gone low. "And doing much more than kissing you. But then...I think about that often."

He paused, picked up another shot and barely even tasted it on the way down.

"I can wait if I need to. I'd rather not have to."

"What if," Summer proposed, watching Stark very closely in that moment, "it wasn't behind the bar, but..."

A pause, for dramatic effect.

"You wouldn't have to wait, and you can do whatever the hell you want to me."

"Yes." Stark said, standing up from his stool quickly enough to set it rocking.

"Yes." A little more forcefully this time. He didn't take his eye off her as he reached for her wrist.

Well, he would probably have to let her wrist go if they were relocating, what with the bar between them and all, but Summer was fine with letting him have it at that moment as she tilted her head. "Back office seems pretty private," she noted.

And, swear to god, Kitty, she was going to clean that room thoroughly at some point soon, she promised.

Someday, maybe, they'd have to stay after hours and Stark could indulge in his jumping over the bar fantasies. He'd help clean after. Hell, he'd do that tonight if it got him what he wanted.

"I like private. Lead the way?" Unless she wanted him to go first. He had worn the pants with her in mind, after all. "Or should I?"

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