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Caritas; Wednesday [09/18].

There were several things wrong with the fact that, when Summer came in that evening for her shift, Tino was ready to go and show off his new pistachio pudding shots, and the fact that he was trying to step in on her territory was only one of them. That was the most annoying of the reasons, but she was honestly not sure what she found more disturbing about the other tidbits. Because she was pretty sure he got that pudding from the pool at the gym (because she was there, as always on Tuesday, no matter what the pings said!), which...gross, but also that if that were true, then that also meant that Tino had been hitting the gym, too, which was potentially grosser.

"I'm going to warn them it's gym pool pudding," she warned him as she started to write up the specials board, and he objected that she had no proof of that.

"Fine, then," she amended, "I'm going to warn them that you made them."

Which he couldn't deny and yet would still serve the original purpose of making sure most people avoided them. Problem solved.

Featured Cocktail
Cherry Ripe Martini

Featured Jello
Cherry Pie
Pina Colada Rum
Cherry Bomb
Pistachio Cherry Pudding*

*Made by Tino!!

Caritas is open!

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Get on up there and sing! It (and the zombies!) have been collecting too much dust these days...

Because Tino has been too busy potentially stealing gym pool pudding to clean properly, apparently!

Really, the specials board tonight could turn out to be an interesting social experiment, too...

"Is that the pudding from the pool?" Stark had to take a moment to be horrified, sorry Summer.

But he recovered quickly enough and then leaned across the bar for the usual kiss hello.

"I'm not eating Tino's pudding. Hi."

"Not yet," Summer answered back almost dutifully, and, with a snort, shook her head, and started setting out Stark's jello shots that did not include the last one this week. "Even if I was, I still wouldn't eat Tino's pudding. He is refusing to confirm or deny that it's from the pool, but that just makes me think it definitely is, so good choice on that. Better safe than sorry sort of goes with most things directly from Tino."

She sighed a little, shaking her head again, and then hit Stark with a soft, almost apologetic smile for the fact that pool pudding would even be a thing right now.

(Correction: pool pudding from Tino. Let's not get too lofty about pool pudding in general, because to be faiiiir.....)

"So how was your day?"

There was always time for that later. The altered state not the pool pudding. Ew.

"Day was fine," Stark said. "Just the squirrels in the morning and then looking at things for classes. Or trips. Both, maybe."

He hadn't yet come across any destinations that worked for both but there might be some out there!

"Anything interesting you've come across to share?" asked Summer, in that sweet little needling way of hers as she started to make Stark his cocktail, too, especially if there was some insight she could get on what to expect for class, because, obviously, he'd be wanting to tell her about trip stuff.

"Dr. Pepper," Stark said. "Maybe Rey would like to come if we go there."

And there was a paranormal tour on Fridays in October!

"And there are just so many food locations. Museums for all sorts of food. Candy and drinks and meats and potatoes..."

"....and jello?" Summer asked, setting down Stark's drink and lifting he brows with a smile because she knew the question was leading, but, come on, was there really anything wrong with that?

"Of course Jello." Stark grinned. "I would never forget jello!"

LeRoy, NY was, alas, not a great vacation destination for Thursdays.

"I found a museum we should go to. Just us. Not for class."

And god, the less Summer had to think about the fact that the place was called LeRoy, the better!

"Oh, yeah?" Summer asked, grin quirking with intrigue. "What museum is that?"

It was a perfectly lovely small town in western New York! It just happened to share a name with a very not lovely squirrel.

"Should I save it for a surprise?" Stark asked.

He was already pulling out his phone to pull up a website.

Summer considered this question, tilting her head as she tried to read what she could from Stark's face.

"I don't know," she said, with a speculative drawl in it. "Should you?"

He looked back at her for a long moment before nodding.

"I think it's better if you can prepare for it beforehand," Stark decided. "Otherwise it might be too much."

He held out the phone then, grinning.

It was probably the lure of a social experiment that brought Dean into the bar today.

Just kidding. It was the booze.

And then he saw the special board and knew what his order was going to be. "Three cherry pies please!"

And now he was going to have the song by Warrant going through his head the rest of the evening.

"I am truly shocked and surprised by this unexpected turn of events," Summer stated, smirking faintly, always appreciating being able to kill two birds with one stone, or, in this case, rope in two patrons without an effort at all (well, besides the effort of making them itself, but shhh) due to a mutual character trait, and she neatly set the pies down in a row for Dean. "Enjoy. And how's it going, Dean?"

Dean paused for a second as he had a slight epiphany. "I honestly don't have anything to complain about," he admitted.

Especially after he glued two googly eyes to that damn chair yesterday and sent him back into the store.

"I mean, what else can a guy ask for? Pie and booze in one handy serving and good people to hang out with. Can't ask for more than that, am I right?"

"I mean," said Summer, immediately, "you absolutely can ask for a lot more than that, but maybe I'm just, like, high maintenance or whatever. But that's good to hear! No complaints is a pretty great thing! I assume. I wouldn't know, I always have at least five things I could probably complain about if given half the chance, but none of them, at least, are, like, big things, so that's usually my margin. Nothing actively annoying or bothering me seems like a pretty good week."

She then paused, and amended:

"Tino notwithstanding."

Which probably went without saying, but also probably needed to be said, too.

"Well if you want to name at least the top one complaint to me, I can lend you an ear to yell into," Dean offered. "As long as it's not Tino. After last week I've decided just to ignore him going forward."

He was definitely doing that. Dean wasn't even looking in that direction. Not after the Malort Pie (which admittedly was Dean's own choice) incident and especially with what Tino put on the special's board.

Summer paused a moment, considering Dean and the suspicion that his eyes were very decidedly not venturing to certain areas of the bar, and then ventured, "Does me asking what was finally the straw that broke the associating with the legacy bartender's back count as not ignoring him?"

“He created something so horrible that it offended me to my very core,” Dean said in very amiable tones. “Admittedly, I partook of that item of my own free will. That is on me. However, he is now dead to me.”

"I'm interested to see how long that lasts," Summer said, taking this all in with no small amount of amusement and perhaps a weird touch of triumph, as if any slight against Tino was a victory for everyone, really, "but good on you for taking a stand."

It'd been a while, with a lot of things occupying Atton's days in New York.

But this Wednesday, Summer received a picture of a banged-up van sitting in a parking lot.

this may be the stupidest thing ive ever done

Summer had been kind of wondering, but, well, after August, she felt Atton would just sort of appreciate some space.

Also, nothing outrageously interesting or noteworthy had been happening enough to actually bother him with, shut up.

please tell me u adopted a very large dog and have started collectively solving mysteries with the band

What else was she supposed to assume with that pic, right???

were taking two months off to play some gigs in a bunch of places, Atton texted, sitting down in the back of the van.

how is that stupid? Ur in a band. That's what bands do.

There was a brief moment as if giving him time to roll his eyes before she additionally texted:

and u were a jedi I'm pretty sure this doesn't even scratch the top five stupidest things you've done

bc i'm forty and ive never felt like a midlife crisis case more in my LIFE, Atton groused, stretching his legs out.

Or, y'know, he'd been trying to get ahead of whatever mockery Summer was likely to throw his way.

guess at least theres less of a chance of getting shot at.

i think that all depends on where u guys end up going

and believe me if the fossils my grampa listen to are still going on tour, youll be fine, just make sure theres medical staff in the wings in case you have a heart attack right there in the middle of your third song

Just trying to get ahead of the mockery only gave her more fuel, Atton!

u guys got a tour list? or is this way more crunchy than that and ur just going to go and see who will let you play wherever you go?

trents got a list of places that reached out to us & we'll see if we can crunch a lil in between, Atton sighed. Honestly, he was moderately relieved that he was just getting doctor jokes. apparently ppl actually heard our stuff go figure

Low-hanging fruit, man. Sometimes, Summer was totally above that kind of thing, especially with something like that that seemed like, if you asked her, would be pretty good for the guy.

yeah well thatll happen when u put stuff out there where ppl can actually see it

youll be fine, she added, because she also felt like this conversation might be just a little bit more than JUST keeping her up-to-date and up-to-speed on things. youll probably have a really good time but im looking forward to hearing all about it in a series of complaints and grumbles about everything u hate about it instead

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Aw, she really did know him.

hey i am absolutely going to talk about the good things, all right???

Yet mysteriously they never seemed to happen to him. Odd! Inexplicable!

yeah ok but the good stuff is boring

So help her, Summer would actually squeeze every little bit of detail about every good thing that happened every chance she got! But this was, you know, the less corny response.

yeah

...

but no

...

look shut up ok i dont want to jinx anything

you 👏 will 👏 be 👏 fine 👏

also u should totally invite me to at least one of ur shows like rude much?

somewhere good and not lame, i can literally just show up anywhere so.

Atton sighed.

where do u fall on seattle

Summer made a face at her phone.

u know im actually FROM there right?

Well. The Seattle area.

And it being a different dimension didn't at all mean she wouldn't have to be extra-vigilant about avoiding her family. Or at least one particular member of it.

so i guess id at least know some good places to dip to if it DOES end up being pretty lame

Monday's little almost-drugging of Arden in light of her first big bad trip into the potentially inauspicious elements of substance abuse had left Stewart in quite the pensive, reflective, and even somewhat revisionary demeanor. As such, he found himself slinking up to the bar at Caritas that Wednesday eve, perhaps in search of a little bit of a detour into more socially acceptable vices, or perhaps in search of something he was truly uncertain he would ever actually fine. Time would tell, he supposed, and he hunched a little, with the faint vibe of a feral animal that might snap or hiss if approached incorrectly, but it eased a little the longer he spent there without anything immediately untoward happening, eying the specials board, the bartenders, the current crowd...

Was it bad that Summer kind of wanted to approach with a stick and just sort of...poke at Stewart with it? She wouldn't, but it was important for everyone to know that she was thinking about it as she went over to, you know, do her job.

"Hey, Stewart," she said. "Can I get you anything?"

"Summer." No hissing or snapping at her, because, well, she was part of the reason he'd come in tonight. So she was getting a duck of Stewart's head in greeting before his head and his attention swiveled back to the specials board. "Tino. That's your conspicuous coworker of questionable quality....correct?"

"Correct," Summer confirmed. "Don't do the pistachio pudding shot, Stewart. I know you've probably done a lot worse to yourself before, and so have I, but there's a good chance that the pudding came from a gymnasium pool."

Have a seat, avoid any thoughts of pool pudding whatsoever.

A little private, a little more vague.

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