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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"I'm not opposed to hearing them," she said, picking up the shot.

Kanan would hate this.

Or who knew? Maybe he'd be the first one out there with the little glitter flags like the supportive space dad/bestie that he was!

"Sex in the Back Office has a lot less sand, for starters."

Just...decided to come out swinging with it like that, huh, Summer? In her defense, though, been there, done that already this evening and she was big on challenging her creativity, so that was definitely just a soft starting pitch.

Maybe after it completely broke his brain.

"Bold of you," she said, clearly not hating it.

"Bold?" Summer gave a small gasp, hand to her chest, clearly oh-so-shocked at what Sabine might have been suggesting there. "Is there really boldness in simple truths, Sabine?"

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, then downed her shot. "All right."

"That doesn't sound very convinced," Summer pointed out. "You got any better ideas?"

"Oh, I'm convinced. Let's go," she said. "You present me with that, I'm going to take it."

Ahem.

The part of Summer that insisted on not having a revolving door to the back office earlier that evening opened her mouth to protest, but it did not get very far at all, because also, hey, you know what? A revolving door was a great concept for efficiency for a reason, and so she was just going to shut her mouth, push that part of her right out the door of her mind, and let out an appreciative laugh.

"Then let's fucking go."

And worry about apologies to dead space dads/besties later.

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