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Caritas; Wednesday [01/08].

Summer swept into Caritas that Wednesday evening with a smirk on her face, brightly setting to her usual prep tasks until her orbit brought her close to Tino's, at which point, she just leaned toward him slightly and that smirk gained a little more traction, and she simply had to ask:

"So! We're a week into the New Year, Tino! How's that whole Crossfit resolution going for you?"

Tino just gave her a withering look, refused to answer, and mostly just avoided Summer for the rest of the evening, while Summer's buoyant sort of confidence in herself seemed to carry her lightly throughout the whole evening.

Honestly, she couldn't ask for a better result, especially since 'irritated Tino more' was absolutely one of the things on her own resolutions list.

Look, sometimes, you just had to give yourself incredibly realistic and achievable goals to give yourself that encouraging sense of accomplishment.

Featured Cocktail
Paper Plane

Featured Jello
Hibiscus Champagne
Acai Hibiscus 'Cupcakes'
Orange Aperol Spritz

Caritas is open!

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Maybe your New Years Resolution should have included more karaoke!

So much for Dry January, right, guys??

Oh look, there was Rey taking her usual seat and asking, "What are these cupcakes?"

"Something really new and different for the scope of your typical jello shot," Summer offered, oh-so-helpfully, but maybe it would be a little more clear once Summer set one in front of Rey to observe. "Basically, the focus is the 'frosting,' which is a sort of boozy jello whipped cream, which I am serving over a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup to give it a pseudo-cupcake vibe. A little different, and it ended up looking way grosser than I thought it would, but the favor is nice?"

She shrugged. That last part was, clearly, very subjective.

"All right, then that's going to be my first one of the new year," Rey decided. Who cared about gross-looking? You were just going to eat it.

Rey. Summer's whole career had been based around how gross some things looked when you made it!

But she looked pleased as hell that Rey was down for giving it a try, giving her an approving nod as she asked, "Anything else? Or just that for now?"

"And a Dr. Pepper, thank you. We'll see if there's going to be more jello in a bit," she said.

Summer nodded again, and got the drink for Rey as well.

"So," she offered, "how's it going?"

"Good! Nothing interesting aside from family dinners and the like," Rey said. "What about you? Anything fun?"

"Not at the moment," Summer admitted with a shrug. "But, you know, first week of a new year, just sort of getting a feel for things going forward. Mostly focusing on my class coming up, but it's multidimensional stuff again this semester, I can practically do that sort of thing in my sleep."

She then paused a moment, head tilting, clearly having a spark of an idea and then squinting as she tried to determine if there was anything there. Then she shook her head and dismissed it.

"You taking any classes this time around?" she wondered.

"Master Skywalker and Ahsoka teaching friendship," Rey said. "I just... had to see that in action."

And he already basically knew when she was gonna be absent due to ~~life~~ trips home.

“Good evening, Summer,” Percy said, politely as he took a seat at the bar. “While your gelatin shots do look inviting, I would like to start off with a glass of red if you don’t mind.”

"Of red what?" asked Summer. "Like, food coloring?"

But then she snorted and shook her head and waved her hand. "Don't worry, Perce," she said, "I got you. Just give me a sec..."

That sec was so that she could take a second to peruse the bottles and pick solely on what had the coolest label, which, this time around, was going to be this merlot, which she poured into a glass for Percy and then set both glass and bottle in front of him, should he like it and want to explore the bottle a little more.

"So how've you been?"

Look, despite what people tell you, people do judge a book by its cover. A wine is no different.

"Oh, just fine I suppose," Percy replied with a small sigh. "Getting a little stir-crazy as today I had an argument with an inanimate objects. I believe I won said argument but still it was a rather empty victory. How about yourself?"

"I'd honestly be a little concerned if you managed to lose a debate with an inanimate object," said Summer, who didn't know you well at all, Percy, but did know enough that there was a bar that she sort of held most people to a certain standard, and arguing with inanimate objects was a part of that bar. "What was the object, though? That can definitely make a difference. And I'm good, thank you. Enjoying the quiet around the New Year, mostly, because I'm sure it won't be that way for long."

Otherwise, she'd be more than a little stir-crazy, and when that happened....

What would happen, Summer? Fly ice cream? Visits to planets with hunky cat waiters? The island needs to know these things.

"The object in question was an iron ingot which refused to take proper shape when beaten to a bloody pulp," Percy said, a touch of frustration bleeding through. "However I did manage to get into the proper shape which means a complete and total victory for me over said inanimate object."

Excuse you, it was a cat cafe with hunky waiters. That was a very important distinction.

But, ohgod, she hadn't been to hunky waiter cat pancake cafe in a while!

"I think your first problem," said Summer, who really couldn't help herself, "is that it might not have actually been an iron ingot if you beat it to a bloody pulp. Isn't there a whole thing, about trying to squeeze blood from a stone?"

SHUT UP, SHE WAS SO SMART AND CLEVER, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

"What were you trying to shape it into?"

"Oh, nothing fancy. Just a support frame for a specific chair I'm making for a friend. The balance on it just has to be exactly right for its purpose otherwise it might cause some bodily harm," he explained. "Ideally in its final form the whole thing will fit on a flying broom allowing the user to fly with using both hands to secure themselves."

"Tiny cupcakes?" Stark asked eagerly when he walked in and saw the specials listed.

That was right up there with tiny pies as shots, Summer!

"And, hi." He grinned and leaned across the bar for the now traditional kiss hello.

"No, not yet," Summer responded with the smirk that went along with that joke never getting old as she settled back from that kiss and she shrugged a shoulder, setting one of the cupcake shots in question in front of him, before the others on the board joined it. "And sort of? It's cupcake inspired, thus the quotation marks, but it's something a little different."

That she figured he'd also appreciate on principle.

"How was your day?"

He did appreciate it! But then he did tend to appreciate all of Summer’s efforts.

"Good day," Stark said. "I have a class Wednesdays this time. With Jon. So that can keep me busy for a bit, at least."

He picked up the Cupcake shot first, of course, and took a bite. "Good cupcake that isn't really a cupcake, too. Your day went well?"

"Honestly," said Summer, definitely waiting until Stark took a bite to say this, as she started in on a cocktail, "I think the jello frosting ended up looking like ground bologna, but the taste is good, so I put it at a mild success. Still! It was a good experiment that I hope to improve on in the future. And, yeah! It was a good day! Mostly...trying to make jello frosting look less like ground bologna."

Which she realized didn't sound very thrilling or cool, but, it was Wednesday, what did you expect?

"But that's good that you've got a class on Wednesdays! He's doing some sort of community enrichment thing this semester, right? Did it seem like he wanted to do it, or that the moose just stuck him with it? That's, like, been a real issue for him."

"It's hard to tell, with him," Stark said. "I think he seemed fine with the idea, at least?"

It wasn't like the poor man was stuck teaching sex ed!

"It seems like a good thing though. A good class to do. And I never would have thought of comparing the jello to bologna..."

So thanks, Summer!

There are more than a few people on this island who could stand to have 'lounge more' on their resolutions list!

Or maybe your goal this year is to beat the record for time on the mechanical bull? Whatever that might be.

I got to start my new year with a plague! Hooray!

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