fandomtownies | 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

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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!

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