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Caritas; Wednesday [07/17].

"Oh, no," said Summer, when she came into the bar to get ready for the Wednesday evening shift and saw Tino already busy with a bunch of stuff at the bar. She took a few moments to drop off her stuff, especially her jello shots, before cautiously approaching for a better look and finding an array of things before him: packs of cigarettes, Carolina Reaper peppers, squid ink and truffles and sesame oil.

And worst of all? The base of it all. Malört.

"oh, Tino," Summer now spoke almost piteously, shaking her head. "Literally no one asked for this."

He didn't say anything, he just gave a pointed look back toward where Summer had set her jello shots.

"That's different," she insisted, "and you know it. Some people do literally ask for that!"

He shrugged and kept infusing his Malört with even more terrible things and Summer was just going to go and question a few things about where this particular path in her life had lead her.

Cocktail Special
~~Evil Malört~~
Blueberry Basil Lemonade

Jello Specials
Red Beans and Rice
Mint Julep
Orange Creamsicle
Hot Dog

Caritas is open!

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Will it be as hopping as last week? Probably not! But a gal can dream, can't she?

Please, no one encourage Tino.

Encouraging Summer, however, is clearly very different and acceptable and even lauded and important.

Harley probably wasn't going to be encouraging Tino, this time.

She just bounced to the bar with her usual level of excitement: "Oo, blueberry, give me that goodness!"

We loved a villain arc in this house, but some things were just a step too far.

But Harley's enthusiasm was always welcome. "Sure thing, Harley," Summer said, setting to the task of getting the drink prepared. "How've you been?"

"Fantastic!"

Would she ever say anything different? Probably only if she ever happened to come to the bar right after experiencing something negative enough. Otherwise, eh, old news.

"Got to teach some punks a lesson over the weekend, and, oo, it's my birthday this week!"

"Is it really?" Summer asked, looking impressed, as if having a birthday on any given week was a real accomplishment. "Well, happy birthday, then! Which day exactly? And what was the lesson you had to teach those punks?"

She carefully nestled the toothpick full of blueberries over the lovely pink cocktail with the large ball of ice in it, plopped on the basil garnish and handed it over feeling way too proud of herself for it.

Hopefully the way Harley's face lit up at seeing it was an adequate reward, too? Aside from the money, anyway.

"Saturday!" she said as she carefully pulled the drink closer to herself. "Oh, and they were hassling my associate." Her teenaged runaway associate, a little tidbit that was clearly neither here nor there. "They will not be doin' that anymore."

"Good to know," said Summer, with an approving nod, and, yes, feeling even more proud of herself, somehow, with Harley's reaction to the drink, "that if anyone's leaning too hard in on the hassling, you can set them straight. Any big birthday plans?"

"Nah," Harley said, waving a hand. "Might go clubbin' if the mood takes me? Seems like as good an excuse as any!"

She wasn't a big planner in the first place.

"Not a bad plan," Summer said approvingly, for as much of a plan as it was. "You think you'd just hop over to the main land? Or somewhere else? 'Cause I got a good list of clubs where you can drop my name and get in good. And a few where if you dropped my name, you'll probably just get kicked out."

Harley leaned forward a little with great curiosity.

"Didn't know I had options aside from the mainland!"

And the island, but, honestly, did the island even count?

"I mean," Summer pointed out, with a slight shrug and an undeniable grin on her face, "we've got portals to practically anywhere. Anywhere you've ever really wanted to go clubbing? Portalocity could probably figure it out. Or, I never did follow through on showing you my ship. I could totally take you space clubbing if you wanted, too."

"There's clubs in space?!"

Harley could only really hold one thought at a time actually in focus in her head, and right now? That was the only one.

Sorry about how shrill her voice got.

"Oh, yeah," said Summer, flinching slightly and feeling sympathy for literally any dog on the island, but she was chuckling with amusement. "There's totally clubs in space. You wanna go?"

Harley slammed her hands against the edge of the bar, thankfully on either side of the drink so that was still safe.

"Yes, oh my God, of course yes!"

Less shrill? No less loud and enthusiastic, though!

"Alright, then." Summer's chuckle had built up into a laugh at that. "Let's go celebrate your birthday in space this year. I'll see what's looking hopping this weekend that'll fit your whole ~vibe~. Anyone you wanna invite? Make it a whole party while we're at it?"

Harley's head tilted to the side, the gears almost visibly turning as she thought over her very short list of people she thought might actually want to show up for her. Marc had immediately gone weird at the first mention of her birthday, Steven did not have a club vibe, and Detective Fancy Hat? Who partied with cops?

Which only really left:

"... Atton?"

Good show.

Also someone was going to have to pour some rum for the squirrels because Harley could not keep it in her head that Atton was faking being dead.

Yeah, Summer was honestly a little iffy on all that, too, but Lana's reprimand right after the fact definitely had them covered, as she went for a shot glass or two and a bottle of exactly that.

"You know," she mused as she poured, "I've been to his space before, but I don't know if he's been to mine? So he does owe me one. We might've done space spa at our point, buy honestly, I can't even keep track. And have you met Lana yet? If we're dragging Jack along," god she desperately needed to drag Jack along now, "she's cool, too."

And Stewart now,apparently, too, but ew. No.

"I... don't know who that is."

Lana, or Jack, since that was also a detail Harley had no idea about? Either? Both? Take your pick!

"Who? Lana or Jack?"

Look, Summer's had Harley in here enough to guess that she could have been meant either. Especially with the namedrop.

She didn't wait for an answer, though. "Jack is Atton. Lana is his space friend."

She then lifted one of thr shots glasses of rum to hand over to Harley because why let the squirrels have all the fun?

And Harley readily accepted it, because yeah, why should the squirrels get all the fun.

But also, her face was scrunching up with something deeply unimpressed. "That's the fake name he went with? Out of all possibilities? Jack?"

See, Harley? This is why you got the extra rum.

"Ohmygaaaaaws, I knooooooooooow, right?" Summer enthused, with an almost sigh of relief over the fact that, ohmygod, yes, someone got it. "Like come on! I'm, like, geez, what, you didn't also go with Smith because that's already taken and would make it too weird? I guess it could be worse, it could have been John Doe."

Her nose wrinkled.

"Or Kyyyyyyle."

Fuck you, Kyles. You know what you did!

A kiss over the bar was the new standard greeting, followed by a smile and a "hi."

And then a very quiet, very concerned "why would anyone want to make Malört more evil?" with a suspicious look in Tino's direction.

And Summer met that kiss with a soft smile and a "hi" right back at Stark, right before immediately rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"You know," she said, "some questions are just much better left unanswered, Stark."

But if they did end up venturing that way, then surely the jello shots she was setting put for him would help!

"How's your day been? Sucked into shenanigans yet?"

Stark was going to side-eye those shots, Summer. A lot.

"Day was fine. No shenanigans, still, which still worries me, but Anakin is still a cat, I think. So maybe I don't need to worry until he's himself again."

Or at all, maybe? Nahhh that sounded crazy.

"Your day went well except for...him?" The side-eye was all aimed at Tino and his evil evil beverage now.

"My day was fine except for him," Summer agreed, with a faint snort and another roll of her eyes for good measure, her smile going that extra bit of sweet with his side eye.

Don't worry, Stark, the cocktail she was working on now that the shots were set would make up for it.

"So nothing new there. Nice quiet morning, at least."

Mostly because the person she was bothering with phone calls seemed to currently been ignoring them. Rude.

"But you made two shots that shouldn't be shots," Stark said suspiciously. "Why?"

He'd already decided the mint would be last to get the taste of whichever other shots out of his mouth.

And ignoring Summer's calls was very rude.

Right? Especially over something as important as this, but whatever, Ignis.

Honestly, at this point, it wasn't even about the shopping trip. At this point, she was just dying to know what the fuck had happened over tge weekend that had him canceling their plans in the first place!

"Oh, sure," she said, "complain about when there's no bad ones, complain about when there's two. I guess I just can't win, can I?"

But she didn't look at all bothered as she garnished Stark's drink proudly and set it in from of him, head tilting to admire it.

"Besides," she added, "rice and red beans are very common in Asian desserts, so arguably, that one's perfectly reasonable."

"I don't complain when there aren't any! It just makes me a little nervous about what might be coming in her future. Just like when Anakin doesn't call my name."

A little paranoia was healthy, right?

Stark rearranged his shots so they went from orange to red bean to hot dog to mint. That seemed like the best order to go in. And then he went for the orange and bit down on it, flashing a goofy orange smile for a second.

And Summer watched him as he rearranged the shots with an amused look on her face, and then shook her head at the smile.

"God," she stated, "you're such a nerd. And, fine, then, this is me making up for the weeks when I don't have any bizarro ones, does that work?"

Stark considered that then gave a firm nod. "Yes. That works. And you like that I'm a nerd."

He eyed the next shot a little warily before popping the whole thing into his mouth.

He hadn't been expecting the pepper.

Summer figured as much, which was why she was pushing Skark's cocktail closer to him oh-so-subtly.

"No," she corrected, "I liked you, despite you being a nerd. Totally different."

Stark coughed a little and took a grateful sip of the cocktail.

"Oh, I like that!"

He eyed the hot dog shot warily.

"And...if you say so." He wasn't buying it, Summer. He was pretty sure you liked his bouts of nerdiness.

Because you'd like to avoid whatever Tino is doing and yet still are morbidly curious enough to want to at least see it happening.

Literally as far as you can get from the Malört as possible while still remaining in the bar. Smart.

I take no responsibility, and entirely blame

stykera.

Edited 2024-07-17 10:28 (UTC)

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