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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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If you didn't, you were demoted to only bringing napkins and plasticware to the next cookout.

"That started Monday," Arden drawled. "I don't know how I keep getting dragged up for Shenanigans, but here we are, I guess."

Shenanigans was barely even on the list of problems, but it was the one easiest (and less embarrassing) to explain.

"Ah, the nonsense in the park." Remy nodded. "I am finding not attending to be a good way to avoid that one."

He'd gotten roped in once and learned his lesson, thank you. ~~The island would find a way, though, don't worry.~~

"You were hit by the, ah, 'weirdness' this weekend as well, then?"

Another thing he'd managed to avoid by just not being around to get hit by it.

"Yeah," Arden sighed. "It sure was a time. And, y'know, apparently older me didn't know how not to run her mouth about shit."

Again, only a small part of the whole thing and nicely vague besides, but the conversation with Gray had definitely rattled her.

"So we're doing a girl's night karaoke about it." Because obviously. "You get hit?"

"Non," Remy said. "Was on the west coast, me. Helping a, uh. Friend."

The less detail he got into about his current affairs in the X-folk world, the better.

"Never turned into a future self. Heard about 'em from time travelers, though. Can't say I liked it."

Especially since, with Bishop, it had come with a lot of screaming and threats and guns pointed at him. To say nothing of hearing that his whole team was going to be betrayed and die.

So, like, your typical Thursday with the X-Men.

"The weekend was fine," Arden said. "The fallout kinda sucked, but I'm getting through it. By Friday, I won't even remember what I was upset about, probably."

Behold the power of positive thinking, Remy. Behold it.

Hey now, they had to have normal days sometimes. Those just didn't tend to make it into the comic books.

"Especially if you drink hard enough?" Remy said, with a certain wry degree of self-effacement.

"Oh, uh." She raised her appletini. "This is the second drink I've ever had," she admitted. "And the first was a bottle of hard apple cider, like, a month ago. I think I'm still working up to the point of drinking hard enough to forget."

"Good," Remy said, tone much more gentle again. "It's not really a nice habit to get into. And I've had way more trouble quitting it than I did smoking."

Don't start down addictive roads, kids. Let the anti-heroes be object lessons.

"Occasional drinks are fun. Drinking to forget . . . usually just gives you a headache and more things you'd rather not remember."

Arden also had the benefit of magic bullshit to make getting drunk even more no thanks about it, so you didn't have to worry, Remy. One (or two, no more than three surely) accidentally-incited drunken orgies and/or riots were plenty for this girl.

"It seems like a really easy to lose control of yourself in public," Arden said carefully, thinking of how hard she had to work to keep her shields up and so tight that no one would look at her twice. "I accidentally act the fool enough sober. I don't think I need more help."

Remy chuckled ruefully. "Sometimes that's the attraction. It's nice to have something to blame the stupid on, non?" He shrugged. "But yes, when you need to keep a tight rein on things . . . best to skip the intoxicants."

At least until the secrecy and control were muscle memory, like they'd become for Remy. (And let's be real, having a mad scientist remove part of your brain that made things go out of control on the regular had also helped on that front. At least until an alternate version of himself manipulated him into going back in time and having that part put back in, anyway. . . .)

(Wait, what had he been saying?)

"Or at least keep them to a happy minimum."

Anytime Arden started thinking that her shit was nonsense, she just had to look to the Jedi. Anytime the Jedi started thinking their shit was nonsense, they just had to look to the various Marvel folks.

"Yeah," Arden said, though ahaha why would she, a completely normal teen, need to keep a tight rein on anything? She totally didn't, she was fine and normal and look over there, it's a distraction! "Maybe I'll add it to my list of youthful indiscretions to get over with early and then move on to having sense."

You were "allergic" to poultry, Arden. Remy already knew you weren't normal.

"That must be where I went wrong," he said cheerfully. "I shoulda made a list."

Lots of people had allergies! Maybe she was allergic to, uh...feather dander!

"You can't just fuck up by the seat of your pants, Remy," Arden chided. "You have to be methodical and organized about it."

"I live my life by the seat of my pants, petite. It's the only way I know."

"That sounds so stressful."

As opposed to Arden, who totally was a ball of serenity, as opposed to a panicking mess of anxiety.

"Just means I know how to go with the flow, petite. Important skill, especially in New Orleans."

Or, you know, as a mutant who still liked to walk the line between "hero" and "villain".

Liliana was nodding at Remy in in approval. Defy stereotypes. Embrace duality!

"Clearly I have to add 'spend time in New Orleans' to my list!"

"Clearly," Remy agreed. "Let me know when you go. I can show you the sights."

He knew people at all the least touristy bars on Bourbon Street. And many of the most touristy ones, too.

Arden glanced around at her friends at the bar and considered those who weren't there, too. "Would you be up for making it a group trip?"

Remy shrugged. "Don't see why not. Couldn't be worse than trying to wrangle a field trip full of mutant teenagers."

As though anyone had ever trusted Remy to run a field trip for the Institute. In any of its varied forms.

"We'll be very well-behaved," Arden said. "Promise."

The disappointing thing was that is was probably true.

“Well-behaved? In New Orleans? I guess somebody’s gotta do it some time.”

"I'm a trendsetter," Arden deadpanned.

“‘Course you are.” Remy was going to have to teach this one how to be properly feral, wasn’t he.

Please. She had a lot of growing up to do before she could be the urban fantasy protagonist she was meant to be.

"Unless there are beignets on the line, in which case I make no promises."

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