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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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.

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