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Caritas; Wednesday [07/10].

Tino was telling Summer all about his weekend, which sounded enough like any other weekend that Tino would tell her about that she started to become increasingly uncertain as to whether or not, from what he was telling her, he had actually been affected by the weekend at all. She tried to ask some revealing questions to help her pin it down a little more, but to no avail. Each answer seemed as frustratingly vague and uncertain as the last.

So finally, she just straight up and asked how old he was now and how old he was during the weekend, to which he just gasped and got all offended that she would even ask him something like that, and then he gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the shift.

Which, really, was Summer preferred state of being behind the bar, so it all kind of worked out, really.

Cocktail Special
Pink Gin Martini

Jello Specials
Black Sesame Pudding
White Russian
Blue Hawaiian
Red Velvet

Caritas is open!

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"Oh, red velvet," Harley sighed with deep approval and appreciation as she made it to where she could see the specials, "one of those, please."

But as absolutely entralled she was with the concept, she still managed to actually look at Summer, too.

"Hi, Summer, how ya doin'? Bar treating you okay? Nothing too weird?"

"Hey, Harley," said Summer, her grin containing a little bit of a proud beam for having been able to elicit a reaction like that, and happily obliging by getting her one. "Been doing okay, bar's pretty good. Nothing too weird, but nothing so not weird that it's weird how weird it isn't."

Everyone followed that, right?

"How 'bout you? What you been up to?"

"Oh, this and that!" Harley replied easily. "Bounced around the mainland a bunch, redecorated places -- and ooh I'm thinkin' of putting up some new wallpapers in my apartment!"

Thankfully odds were she was fully going to forget about it soon enough, because otherwise it was probably going to to be a disaster if she really tried to do it herself.

"Inspired by some of those redecoration efforts?" Summer guessed, head tilted slightly and wondering how many of those places really needed redecorating or if it was definitely just a case of Harley inviting herself to do so regardless of those place's current status of ownership or even occupation. "But that's cool. Did you have a particular style in mind?"

What was this 'ownership' you spoke of?

"Something cool!" Harley said, like that really meant something instead of being the vaguest possible term. "There's kind of a funky retro vibe right now I might lean into."

And she paused.

"Ooh, or I might just cover the whole thing in diamonds!"

"Just better hope you don't have any east or west facing windows," Summer noted, "or at least have some really strong shades because that seems like it could be a thing if you get any kind of natural light in that room."

A pause, and a squint.

"Wait, did you mean diamond diamonds, or just, like diamond-shapes?"

The world would never know which Harley had originally been thinking about, because right now her face lit up with --

"Maybe diamond shapes made outta diamonds!"

"Chef," Remy greeted, saluting her with his pink martini.

Harley skipped the greeting and went straight to pointing at his drink, eyebrows high and eyes big.

"Oh, shit, I shoulda gotten one of those!"

"You should," Remy agreed. He lifted his chin at Tino. "Monsieur, a pink drink for my associate here."

He wasn't sure how calling her his 'friend' would go down just yet.

About as well as that went? "I'm not your associate," Harley informed him, just as immediate but not as forceful as she'd been about telling him off for calling her a friend. "If anything, you're my associate!"

That was how it worked, right? It was in Harley's head!

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Remy decided against arguing semantics. (Or pointing out the term she was looking for was 'subordinate'.)

"Désolé," he said instead. "Would you still like the drink, though?"

"Yes."

It was definitely one of those noises, that 'yes', that should've been accompanied by her snatching the drink and clutching it to her chest. But sadly Tino didn't work quite that fast.

It was a free drink, already promised, so --

"No take-backsies!"

Remy was practically paying her to work for her, at this rate. But, well. No one would deny that he was a sucker for an interesting femme.

"Wouldn't dream of it, cherié. You might sic Bruce on me."

Well, maybe that would make him think twice before breaking into people's businesses!

(It would not.)

"Exactly," Harley said, pleased about the level of understanding they had about that point. "Trust me, you don't want that, and I don't want to deal with the cleanup that would take after."

Remy nodded. "I'd hate to have to hurt him. He'd just be doing his job, after all."

He was pretty sure he could beat a lone hyena in a fight. He regularly sparred with Wolverine, after all.

Well, never mind about the pleased look.

"But if you hurt him, I would have to kill ya," Harley informed him, in what passed for a matter of fact tone with her. In that classic 'the mouth is smiling but the eyes aren't' kind of way. "And you don't want that, either."

Very serious headshake. Truly.

"I try to avoid people wanting to kill me as much as possible," Remy agreed easily. "It's . . . harder than you might think."

Being adopted by a clan that had an ancient blood feud with a Guild of Assassins didn't help. But let's be real, Remy would have made plenty of dangerous enemies along the way even without Jean-Luc and the Thieves Guild.

"You don't know what I think."

A huge portion of Gotham's criminal underworld had been coming after her with intent to murder, once upon a time, after all!

And here was Tino pushing a glass over, and Harley's expression brightened up immediately. "Oo, pretty!"

At least she was easy to distract. Remy lifted his drink in another salute.

"Santé."

It was one of Harley's best qualities! At least if you happened to want to get out of a conflict with her. Otherwise, it was one of the worst, by far.

"Cheers!" she said, raising her glass.

Remy gave her glass a delicate tap with his own and took a sip.

"So, ma chef. How was your weekend? I hear it was, uh, eventful for many people."

"The thing with the... old people?" Harley checked, with an uncertain slowness that probably already clued him in on what she about to say next. "Yeah I didn't really even notice that goin' on? I guess I just didn't go into town at any of the right times."

She was also excellent at being oblivious to things that didn't pique her interest, so...

"I was out of town," Remy said with a shrug. "I've only been hearing about it today."

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