fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [01/29].

As Summer was getting set up for the bar that evening, her phone started (ugh) ringing, and when she saw who it was, she was very tempted to ignore it, but she also knew that, if she ignored it, he'd just keep calling her back, or worse, insist on getting her attention some other way.

"What do you want, Rick?"

"....Gotron? No, I don't know remember anything about Gotrons, do I even want to know what Gotron---wait, never mind, of course I don't want to know."

But, of course, he was going to explain it to her anyway, and she sighed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head and trying to do the quick math in her head about whether it would be more annoying to go along with this or if it would be more annoying to try and not get involved.

"Yeah, okay, fine," she said. "I'll be there this weekend, but I swear to god, if I end up regretting this, I am not answering literally any of your phone calls until 2026."

She hung up the phone and made a disgusted sound and expression at it, then glowered at Tino because it made her feel slightly better, and tried to find some sort of less-annoyed mood about things before the bar opened.

A little sample of a jello shot before it did should hopefully help.

Featured Cocktail
Serpentine Sunrise

Featured Jello
Snakebyte
Sriracha
Just Pretend They're Snakes Okay?

Caritas is open!

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There are an unprecedented amount of songs with snakes as a theme being played by the band tonight.

But, unfortunately, no snake jazz.

Where your bartender is not in a bad mood, really, how dare you!

The door to the bar opened. Two very dapper-looking foxes with mailman hats on darted inside, wheeling a large box with them. They carefully lifted it up onto a stool by the bar, and then on the bar itself.

One fox doffed his cap at Summer. The other took a picture of the box with his tiny fox-phone.

Then both of them bustled back out, leaving the gift-wrapped box sitting there.

Look, Summer had just gotten off the phone with her grandfather a little bit ago; anything out of the ordinary, no matter how whimsical and adorable and ohmygod she wanted one, was going to be treated with the utmost suspicion. But she was a professional, so she was totally ready to see what she could get these precious foxes to drink when she realized that they were just delivering her something.

She squinted at it, wondering if that should make her even more suspicious, but she cautiously pulled it in, inspected it for traps, and then carefully opened it.

Her suspicion faded pretty quickly into excitement.

"Ooooh hoo hoo," she said, lifting her brows with approval as she sorted through the contents, and then started to shift around to see if there was some kind of note or other indication of where it was coming from or even if it was meant for her or the bar as a whole or whatever, but so help her, if it was for Tino, she was going to claim she saw nothing of the sort to indicate it.

There was no note.

But there was a telltale buzz of her phone.

happy year of the snake, Jack texted. figured i owed you a gift

There was a deep groan and a bolstering to prepare herself for whatever little fun tidbit Rick forgot to annoy her with as she pulled out her phone, so the sigh of relief when she saw that it wasn't him was significant.

bold move, Summer texted back, sending boozy cheese to the bar with no note.i almost thought it was from the cheese panda trying to suck up to me for something or some new thing that tino was about to get involve in that i was not going to hear the end of all night

She gave that a little bit of a pause before adding:

thanks.

i mean u probably owe me more than just A gift but its a good start

does ur generation even know how to write anymore? Jack retorted. just communicating the way ur baby ass understands.

He leaned back in his seat.

hope it inspires some really weird shots.

w r i t e ?? what kind of weird ass word is that? pretty sure u prbly made that up back in the stone age or whatever

But she was, of course, grinning at her phone faintly, and she didn't even have to push through her irritation with other obnoxious ancient assholes to get there.

and i will admit the first thought i had was how gross some of this would be if i put it in jello. i mean you give me anything pickled its a done deal. maybe ill have to send u some

well if u time it rite u can still call it a lunar new year gift i think, Jack texted, sinking further down, down, into his sofa. its a big deal in this household

"Noticing a theme," Rey greeted her as she took a seat.

Casual, before addressing any moods.

Summer was perfectly fine with no moods being addressed, especially since she made sure to put a particular enthusiasm into her answer. "It's the Lunar New Year today!" she informed Rey. "Happy Year of the Snake! I made sure there were plenty of good ways for people to choose to celebrate it."

The Sriracha one wasn't really related, she just thought it was too interesting to pass up. Honestly, it would be so much more appropriate if it was the Year of the Rooster, you know?

"I think you did well," Rey told her. "Though I'm wondering what we're pretending is snakes."

"I made these little boozy gummy snakes," Summer explained, emphasizing the last word with pretty much a vocal version of a wink as she grabbed one of the little cups of gummy snakes and set it in front of Rey with a faint grin. "Pretty cute, right? All these gummy snakes."

"These are fantastic snakes." Really, unless she didn't know she was supposed to pretend they were snakes, she probably wouldn't have noticed that they weren't. "How much alcohol is in one snake?"

Stark was unaware of bad moods before entering the bar but he did hesitate when he approached. Just for a moment.

Then he gave the usual quiet "hi" and leaned across the bar for the usual kiss hello.

"No," said Summer, with her best grin forward as she settled back from that kiss, "not yet."

Unfortunately, ugh.

"Happy Year of the Snake," she added. "Do you want to celebrate by eating boozy gummy versions of them?"

Because they were definitely snakes, not worms!

"Later?" Stark suggested. "Not for the snakes. I'll try your gummy snakes now. That seems like a good way to celebrate. It's still a little odd, to me, that there are so many different new years on this planet. But I like it."

He reached out to squeeze her hand with his own freshly manicured one.

"I'll try them all." Because there were no horrifying cheese shots available yet.

All of the tables do have little Lunar New Year party favor bags on them, awww.

Hopefully there are no snakes back there, but Summer can make no guarantees, especially not with Tino around.

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