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Dean looked at the specials and smirked as he took his seat at the bar.

"Hey Kitty. I'll let you choose the drink but not Tino."

"Good choice. Though this is maybe the one day you might get something good out of him," Kitty said. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Ahhh. Somewhere between buzzed and blotto but it doesn't all have to come in the same drink," Dean replied.

And then after a moment's thought:

"No spaghetti-o's."

"That's a Summer thing. I would never dream of doing that to someone," she assured him, looking over what she had before grabbing a bottle of tequila and sweet vermouth.

"And yet somehow I did it to myself so the blame is really on me," Dean replied. "So what am I getting here?"

"Don't know yet. How are you with citrus?" she checked.

Welcome to experiment night, Dean!

"I'm good with it," Dean said wondering if he should just start ordering up a rickshaw now considering tequila is involved. "Well if it's good you'll need to come up with a name for it."

"I've done some nights before where if you come up with a drink to be named after you you get it for free afterwards," Kitty said, grabbing the lime juice. "Ooh, I should have done that!"

"You're the boss of this place, just do whatever you want," Dean offered. "If I owned a bar I wouldn't be out her of course. I'd be in the back room doing shots and throwing things at Tino."

...

"Which is probably why I don't work at a bar."

"I'd hope at least that would get boring after a while?" she said.

Get the shaker? Get the shaker.

"Probably. Then I'd probably start coming up with something different every day," Dean agreed. "And making sure Tino never got a hold of the special board."

Dean still hasn't forgiven for the Malort tasting.

"But that's where the true horror lies," she joked.

And once she'd shaken up the drink, she poured it and slid the glass in front of him.

“I’m just shocked that between him and Summer, some Lovecraftian nightmare hasn’t spawned from the special board,” he joked.

At least that shouldn’t happen with Summer being a squirrel and all this week.

He took a sip and pondered. “Definitely tequila forward and I like the lime. I’d call this one a winner,” He said as he took another sip.

"Thank you," she grinned. "Sometimes they're great, sometimes I apologize "

“Well, you can’t go wrong with tequila. All right, you can go wrong with it but that’s usually after drinking too much.”

"Oh trust me, you can go wrong with tequila," she told him. "Which I think I've said while drinking too much. Decent chance I can blame Tony."

“Tony Stark? You two drinking buddies?” Dean asked. “Met him at his flower ball. Pretty down to Earth for a zillionaire.”

"We are." Sorry Clint and Steve! "I know a version of him back in my world. He's a big fan of going over the top."

Said fondly.

“Really? Hmm. Over the top? I hadn’t noticed,” Dean joked. “With the flowers. And the flowers. And, oh yeah, the flowers.”

"I'm not even joking, you probably even missed a lot of the flowers with all the flowers," Kitty laughed.

"I'm pretty sure that the flowers on Tony's suit had flowers," Dean said gulping down the last of the mystery drink. "After that soiree I'm pretty sure I have to get a new suit. Clearly the Men's Wearhouse discount rack isn't going to cut it around here."

"Hello, Dean," Stark said, offering a nod.

“Hey Stark! How are you and squirrel Summer doing?” Dean said, nodding at him.

"Still a squirrel," Stark said. "I'm hoping it doesn't last much longer."

It would. Poor Stark.

"She's home right now, possibly doing terrible things to cupcakes. Or ingredients at least. I don't thing she'll be able to actually bake on her own. Or she might be plotting terrible things."

“Yeah, I was talking to a student of yours about that,” Dean said giving Stark a suspicious look. “Why would you do such weird things to cup cakes?”

"Summer does the really weird things to the cupcakes," Stark protested. "She encourages the evil cupcakes and I encourage the good ones."

Stark also encouraged Summer, let's be real here.

“You can’t rein her in a little bit? I’ve heard there’s shrimp cupcakes, Stark. Shrimp.”

"Dean, it's Summer," Stark said as if it would explain things. Maybe it did.

"When she wants to do something she does it and she delights in horrible foods and seeing people react to them." His tone was ridiculously fond. "You've seen the jello every week. Sometimes she branches out to other foods."

"Okay. The jello shots I get. Fine. But it's cupcakes. A delightful treat," Dean argued, but in a friendly fashion. "I tell you though if she ever branches out to pie..."

He waved his finger up in there as if making a proclomation.

"There will be trouble."

"Cupcakes are my favorite food," Stark said. "I know. And...you may want to avoid Summer's food classes in the future. There have been pies before."

Sorry, Dean.

"Mark my words: I will not eat a pie that comes out of her kitchen. Ever."

"She's made good pies before," Stark protested. "And she never really makes anyone eat things. She just...suggests."

Most people who weren't smitten could resist her suggestions. Sometimes Stark could too.

"I only make gross things for her benefit. I promise I'll never give you horrible baked goods."

Stark had left squirrel Summer at home doing probably horrible things to cupcake ingredients. She still had her knife and the doors were locked and Pancakes could probably eat Leroy if needed. She'd be fine. He thought. Probably.

So he'd gone out to get a drink or maybe more than one. Just for a bit.

"You can pick," he said, nodding to Kitty. "Hello."

"Hey, Stark. What are you feeling like today?" she asked.

"Nothing that tastes terrible."

He was looking at you, Tino!

"Maybe something fruity? I'll take anything. It's been a strange few days."

And getting stranger!

"We do like our strange here," she said wryly, frowning for a second before getting the guava juice and the lime juice that was already on the counter. "Everything okay?"

"Summer turned into a squirrel Saturday morning," Stark said with a sigh.

Right when she'd been about to say something that was possibly important but Stark was trying not to think too much about that. Trying.

"Other than that...yes. I think so. And you?"

"Not nearly that weird," she said. Getting the coconut rum to pour. "At least it usually only lasts a few days?"

"I'm hoping it's over soon. I don't know. I've been taking her places but she's home now. We had class today, and the gym."

He had pictures of a squirrel on a tiny treadmill, Kitty!

"Did you know Gladio had treadmills there that fit squirrels?"

Kitty paused what she was doing.

"Those can't be used often."

"I've never seen one being used before. Maybe that's how the radio squirrels stay in good enough shape to stalk all of us all the time?" Stark mused.

It made as much sense as anything else here, really.

"I took pictures though. Of Summer on the tiny treadmill. Would you like to see?"

"Would Summer be okay with you showing off pictures of her as a squirrel on a tiny treadmill?"

She didn't know Summer super well, so had to check.

"She showed everyone pictures of me as a koala," Stark said. "It's only fair. And she let me take the pictures so I don't think she minded."

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