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Caritas; Wednesday [10/30].

Obviously, Summer was going all in on the Halloween themed jello shots, and she was even maybe using the fact that it was so close to Halloween to also dress up like an old timey bartender tonight (but with a pink vest, of course), while she was slinging drinks tonight.

After she got done clearing out all the fake cobwebs and spiderwebs from everything, anyway, and going into a rant at Tino about how sometimes, yeah, too much really is fucking too much, and this was coming from her, soooo....you know....

This whole thing did have the added benefit of discovering that fake cobwebs actually did make for pretty decent zombie adhesive. Who'd've thunk it??

Featured Cocktail
A Bloody Good Gin and Tonic

Featured Jello
A Bit of Brain
Ghostly Apparitions
Candy Corn
Catacomb Collectables
the Van Ghost

Caritas is open!

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"Well someone went all out on their jello shots as well as their costume," Dean said peering over the counter to see Summer's hard work. "Almost seems a shame to-"

He paused a second to try and think of the proper word for imbibing a jello shot. It certainly wasn't 'imbibing'. Drink? Not really. Eat? Kinda. Swallow? Appropriate but would sound weird out loud.

"-eat."

Yeah, now he just sounded awkward as well as weird. "I'll take a full flight of them."

Summer just sort of snorted a little with the amused smirk that always came along with the right sort of wording when it came to how one consumed a jello shot, and dutifully started lining them up for Dean. "Want the cocktail, too?" she offered. "And, come on, I'm working the day before Halloween, of course I'm going to go all out."

She glanced down the bar at Tino, currently figuring out how to unravel himself from more cobwebs.

"...without going, you know, all out," she added, hitching a thumb that way in case Dean needed help realizing what she was talking about.

Look, at this point nobody could ignore Tino and his shenanigans. Dean just pretended to ignore him so Tino wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing he was getting attention.

Look, it was Winchester logic and only made sense to him and he was fine with that.

"I believe that is what the kids call being 'extra'," he replied. "And you do it well without over doing it. I think I'll pass on the cocktail though and stick with the jello body parts. Are you going to be doing a bartending gig at Liliana and Ignis' party tomorrow?"

"If I am," Summer snorted again and rolled her eyes, "they sure have taken their time in asking me. So, as far as I know, I'll get to attend as just a guest, which is pretty nice sometimes, especially since you know that party is going to be ridiculous."

Did she have a menu prepared, though, just in case? Of course! But she had a feeling it wouldn't be needed, and that was also pretty nice, too.

"You're going, of course, right?"

It was technically a question, but also, you know, not a question at all.

"Well it's probably going to have Ignis' food and free booze, so naturally I will be going," Dean replied with a grin. "Plus it's Liliana's party and I have to make an appearance just to ensure I somehow annoy her in some small measure. It's a tradition going back months.

"Somehow," said Summer, looking at Dean with amused consideration, "I have a feeling that you just being there is enough to annoy her, actually. So that makes your job pretty easy! Please tell me your costume is ridiculously low effort. I'm going to be actually a little disappointed if you're putting thought and care into this."

"I am literally pulling something out of the trunk of my car that I haven't used in ages," Dean admitted. "Hopefully it still fits. I should probably wash it ahead of time."

"Yes," said Summer, with a firm nod of approval. "Perfect. Exactly the vibe I was hoping for, please, Halloween gods, let it be actually slightly too small now. I am thrilled to see what you have literally just scrounged out of from the back of your car."

Dean had paused for a second at the mention of Halloween gods, thinking back several years ago to-

Nah. That wouldn't happen here.

So instead he downed a shot. "I feel like I am going to be relentlessly mocked for my choice tomorrow," he joked. "Please realize that I am a kind and gentle soul and haven't even brought up your outfit right now."

"I don't know what you're talking about " Summer said loftily with a toss of her ponytail and a snort. "Kind and gentle? I look cute as fuck right now. And I'm going to look even cuter tomorrow night."

You didn't honestly think she was going to wear the same costume two nights in a row, did you, Dean?

"Is that so? What are you going as? And is it at least as easy as pulling something from the trunk of a car?" Dean teased.

"Probaby not as easy for you," Summer said, "although I'd be really impressed if you could just pull it out of the trunk of your car. I'm obviously not telling you what it is, though, Dean. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow night to see it."

"You are one of those families that make you wait until Christmas day to open your presents, aren't you?" Dean teased.

Clearly Dean has no idea what being a part of Summer's family entails.

"No, Dean," said Summer, rolling her eyes, "I'm just a person who appreciates a little drama and anticipation and a good reveal.

"Ugh," her nose wrinkled, "but my dad is one of those people. There was one Christmas when he tried to insist that no one could even touch their phones so that we could 'actually connect like humans and not robots.' Well, that was the Christmas he learned that is parents were in a kinky cuckolding throuple and a giant vagrant Santa Claus exploded and rained his guts all over the city, so he sure learned that lesson pretty quickly."

What. You were the one who brought up her family, Dean, sooo....

Dean had been about to start on the ear Jell-O shot when he heard THAT story. “And I thought my Christmas traditions were messed up.”

"Christmas isn't even the fucked up one, either," Summer pointed out. "The last few years, we've had to do full-on Thanksgiving lockdowns. Though that mostly has to do with my grampa and the president's unresolved sexual tension."

Like. Seriously. Those two just needed to bang already.

"What sort of messed up traditions do you have?"

“Well, usually our gifts came from the local gas station down from the hotel and were usually exchanged after we killed some kind of ghost or pagan god,” Dean admitted. “Oh and pie.”

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