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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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"I wasn't feeling very well, anyway," said Eleanor, wrinkling her nose slightly, apparently very fascinated with what remained of her martini in her glass as she said it. "Lots of really weird dreams."

Well, just the one, actually, which she knew hadn't been one at all, but it was generally easier to chalk it up as one and move on than anything else.

She hesitated, and swallowed down the urge to say that she had a good time on Friday, too, with another gulp of her drink, bolstering herself to move on from getting too deep into that as she looked over at Kamala again.

"I had a really good time, too." It babbled out of her even though she was pretty sure she'd washed it down, her words apparently one of the few things she couldn't control after they were spit out of her. And mortified with herself as she was that she'd said it, she still didn't drop her eyes again.

She did, however, try again to say what she was actually attempting to.

"Do you know what you're going to sing already?"

"I do!" Kamala said looking excited. "And I'm going to do it right now!"

She tilted her drink back and drank it all in one gulp. Which probably would have looked cool if it wasn't a mocktail. She stood up and started to walk off before stopping and returning to Eleanor.

"By the way? You looked adorable in that bunny costume."

And with a smile she went to the stage to sing

Luckily for Kamala, it took Eleanor at least until she got up to the stage before she could get over the blush that immediately rushed to her face enough to shout back, just before she really got started with the song: "Yours was cuter!"

Honestly, she almost felt like the aesthetics of their respective costumes should have been switched to better suit them.

But, with that, she settled in with at least the crowd of the bar and the fact that Kamala was going to be busy with her song to just sort off watch her, and feel that heat shift and come back in different ways throughout it, not even aware of the soft smile on her face as she just got up there and had an absolute blast with it, the way she seemed to be able to do with everything, and she just felt such a swell of admiration and envy over that, a feeling that fueled her cheering once the song was finished, which was then additionally fueled by Arden's cheering as well.

"Well, now I see," she said, once she could bring herself to drift over to Kamala again, "why you wanted to do karaoke."

And karaoke wasn't fair.

"Okay, I might have practiced a little bit," Kamala admitted and then jokingly batted her eyelashes at Eleanor. "Did I impress you? Or is it just the image of me in a mothman onesie that made you applaud?"

"Can the answer be both?" Eleanor offered, and it was definitely a test of her will this evening, all these things she was staunchly trying to ignore, including whole entire songs and now batting eyelashes. "And practice usually does pay off. And is that what your costume was? A....mothman?"

You'd think, one cryptid would have known another a little better than that...but, well, maybe if she'd have stuck around, they'd have discovered more family in West Virginia after all.

"Oh yeah, at least that's what the label said," Kamala replied and enjoying the reaction from Eleanor. "I was going to keep the costume for fun but now I have an extra reason to keep it."

And then taking a gamble she slowly reached out to take Eleanor's hand. Did she notice her hand was different? Yes. Did she care? No.

"Are you having a good time?"

Eleanor almost missed the question, as surprised as she was that Kamala had taken her hand. She startled a little, too, eyes going a little wide and preparing herself for Kamala to pull her hand back in surprise, maybe even disgust, when she felt that extra webbing between her thumb and her forefinger. But, if Kamala noticed, she didn't seem to make any sign of it, and so Eleanor relaxed a little bit.

Until it fully processed that Kamala was holding her hand. The internal panic rushed in quickly after that, especially since she couldn't exactly just pull her hand away. What kind of message would that send? And it would make everything awkward, when they were supposed to be having just a fun, carefree night out with friends. And of course she didn't want to let go, but she really should, there was no way any of this could end any way but badly...

"Mmhm," Eleanor managed, nodding a little, and she really didn't mean to hold your hand back quite so tightly back, Kamala; she'd realize in a moment and loosen her hand and try to pretend she didn't make some attempt to crush yours. "I am. Thank you. I....always have a good time with you guys."

Kamala grinned in relief. "Good."

And yes, her hand was being held tightly but it didn't make Kamala feel uncomfortable. Instead she squeezed Eleanor's hand back just to show Eleanor that for her this was a connection she wanted to make.

"Because we have a good time with you too."

She tilted her head towards the stage. "Would you like to do a group number up on the stage with us? Is there a song you know that you'd like to do with us?"

They had a good time with her now, until maybe it was decided that Eleanor enjoyed holding Kamala's hand a little too much, or she was too weird and messed up, even for this place. Or she found some other way to screw this all up in ways she still couldn't imagine...

Eleanor shook her head a little. "Unless you're all caught up on really old Greek songs, I don't really even know where to start with suggestion. I'm happy to just follow your lead, though."

Oblivious to Eleanor’s anxieties and self-sabotage, Kamala was happy to hold her hand for as long as she’d like it seemed.

“Nope. No Greek songs for me,” she admitted. “And you did let Arden drag you up there so if you want to just hang out here with me that’s cool too.”

She paused a moment to try and out together the next few words carefully. “Just so you know, this whole dating thing is new to me too. I’ve only been on one date before this and it was only because his mother wanted an artifact from me. I mean, I’ve never even kissed anyone outside of my family before.”

And then she realized how that sounded. “I mean, not on the lips. That would be weird. Look, all I’m saying is that I’m new to dating too. So if I screw something up or make you feel uncomfortable just tell me so I can make it right.”

What exactly did it say that Eleanor knew exactly what Kamala meant without that extra clarification? But it made her smile a little, even as she worked through what else she'd said, feeling thr beating of her heart quickening.

"Kam," she said, with more wryness than she felt, "I'm always uncomfortable."

Just so she knew, it wasn't her at all. Especially when actually? This was pretty damn comfortable right now.

So of course she was probably about to ruin it, in typical Eleanor fashion, but she had to ask.

"But," she ventured, hesitated, then pushed herself forward again, "does that mean...is that what this...are we? Dating?"

Kamala smiled at the hesitation. "Yes," Kamala said with a firm nod. "We are dating. I would like to date you."

There was some back and forth finger pointing going on there.

"And hopefully you feel the same way. Despite you always feeling uncomfortable."

She couldn't help but tease Eleanor just a tad.

Hey, now, you try having an endless, unfathomable void inside of you, and see just how comfortable you were able to be!

"I do...feel the same way," Eleanor said, sort of marveling at the words that were actually coming out of her mouth. "I would also like to date you."

What a wild understatement.

"But..."

(Always a but).

"I think...we should maybe...talk about it. A little. Not now," she added, hastily; no need to ruin the night with that ~~and steal Cal's thunder~~. Tonight was just about enjoying themselves, right? "But maybe....over coffee, or something. Because you..."

Her hand gestured emphatically toward her.

"You're like an open book, Kam. And I love that about you. You're just so...confident. and assured. And..." She couldn't help a small smile here, "...comfortable in who you are. But me? There's....so much going on under here..."

Literally, even! See aforementioned fathomless void!

"And it's...a lot. So...fair warning."

"I am fairly warned," Kamala said with a nod. "I would love to have coffee with you. And I look forward to opening your closed book."

...

"Okay, can I get a redo on that because it sounded better in my head and when it came out it was just bad/

And now Eleanor was blushing again, ducking her head as if that would do anything to hide it. Gently, softly at first, growing increasingly warm and mottled the more she thought not only on the implication of that suggestion, but the implication of the direction this entire conversation had just taken.

"You can definitely get a redo," she decided.

But, boy, when it came to books, Eleanor sure hoped Kamala liked horror.

Kamala gave Eleanor’s hand a little squeeze. “Everyone has a past. Some good and some not so good. I get it. And I’m more than willing to listen as long as we both give this whole thing a fair shake. Also you’re cute when you duck your head down like that.”

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