fandomtownies | 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.

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Well, fuck.

And not, you know, in the good fun way that was supposed to go with the territory this week.

"Fine, then," Summer huffed at her phone, "then you won't get it."

With that, she shoved it pointedly back into her back pocket, huffed out another breath, shook her head a little and resolved to focus on her work and what she should be doing and on the bar patrons who weren't wallowing in their hang-ups and could recognize a good opportun--

Except she couldn't just focus on the bar right now, her fingers were still twitching with the desire to respond, and she told herself that she didn't need that right now, especially not tonight, but that the same time, the thought of just leaving it at that made a knot in her stomach twist, and she found herself suddenly very invested in chopping some limes somewhat aggressively, and losing a debate with herself that had her, eventually pulling her phone back out with a sigh big enough to probably be heard on Pluto.

sorry

i know this time of year can be really hard for some people. i didnt mean to discount that.

i just wanted to help.

Atton had just found a comfortable spot on the floor. And... had just enough time to think about what had happened last time he'd found a comfortable spot on the floor and hadn't left it for three months.

He honestly hadn't expected new texts to come in. He reached out, realized he couldn't quite grab the phone from here, considered scrambling to get up, and finally just-- used the Force.

The phone flew neatly into his hand.

He eyed the texts.

Aw, space. Now why had that rock just leaped up into his throat? Right. Because she wanted to help. And he had-- well, he had complicated feelings about people. Helping him. And stuff. And things. And-- something.

I know.

He could just leave it at that, couldn't he? ... No, probably not. But maybe he should. Maybe he shouldn't? He hated this week. It reminded him too much of how much of a mess his brain had been ten years ago.

I'm sorry. I'm a mess. I'm working on it. You want to grab some ice cream or something tomorrow?

Five seconds later:

Or milkshakes. Nice, grown-up milkshakes.

...

Not dirty.

everything is dirty this week

In case he, you know, needed the reminder. She needed the levity, though, especially in light of a complicated whirlwind of things she'd been feeling since this whole conversation started, and the frustrating added layer of not being able to sort through what could just be blamed on the pollen and what could not.

That was enough to make her almost want to suggest waiting until next week, but just leaving him adrift like that until then felt like it defeated the whole point.

but yeah. let's do that. nice, grown-up, not-dirty milkshakes tomorrow sounds really nice actually

They were great because if everything went terrible, you could just dump the milkshake straight into your lap and run for it.

great. See you then. And have some fun on stage tonight

Could a withering look be felt through a phone? Summer liked to think she was giving her phone enough of one at that that, under normal circumstances, yes, a Force-sensitive person could, but it was probably getting lost underneath all the pollen right now. Have fun on the stage! And him not even dragging his ass in here to see it or do the same.

Rude, Rand. Like, super rude.

Which of course meant that she had to, she didn't have a choice in the matter now, even if she could totally get away with lying about it and saying she did, and you know what? She was already going to anyway, ignore that fact that she'd decided maybe she wouldn't if he wasn't even going to be here, now her hands were tied and someone had to have the balls enough to get on that stage tonight, dammit.

i will

No, he couldn't see the defiant lift of her chin in addition to that, but she felt it was pretty implied.

go take a cold shower and watch some baseball or something

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