fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [04/16].

So Summer had turned back to herself from being a squirrel that morning, and thankfully, it had very conveniently happened while Stark was off doing radio, which meant that she was spared at least a little bit of awkwardness, of the kind that had nothing to do with the usual things that made this animal transformation bullshit so obnoxious. Honestly, in a way, she was kind of grateful for the timing, even if it had taken its sweet time making it happen the night of, but it gave Summer some time to think about things, actually.

Unfortunately, now that she was human again, she had to actually do something about those thoughts. It was enough to make her want to take a quick jump home and start poking through Rick's stuff to see if he had anything to make being a squirrel a little more perminant, tbh.

Anything to avoid having to confront what she'd been staring down the barrel of before she turned.

(Which was the root of the problem, though, wasn't it, Summer??)

Whatever. She was going to put it off as long as she could, all the same, and Stark doing radio while she change was perfect for that because she could just send him a quick text letting him know she was back, but, hey, it was Wednesday, she really needed to get her jello started! And that meant she could spend the rest of the day groaning and swearing and commisserating and probably drinking, let's be real, without the pressure of keeping anyone else's dumb, stupid feelings in mind.

(She did apologize to Pancakes, though, but also, like, how was Summer supposed to know that she was going to be in the path of whatever she was throwing at the time? Come on.)

Either way, she was herself, venting while making jello had....sort of helped, and she was now sulking behind the bar a little as she got ready for her shift, and trying to figure out just what she was going to do about things now that she no longer had the comfort of just being a squirrel as an excuse.

Featured Cocktail
Pink Squirrel

Featured Jello
Fuzzy Navel
Korean Acorn Jelly
Nutty Irishwoman

Caritas is open!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There was, also, the slightest pause from Summer.

"You mean in the warehouse, right?"

LOOK, IT WAS FANDOM, SO.....

"If it was outside the warehouse I definitely would have led with that," Rey assured her. "The lava stayed where it's supposed to."

Uh. It was a warehouse.

Summer did look, momentarily, like she wanted to point out that Rey was playing pretty loose with that phrase, but also, lava wasn't even the weirdest thing she'd seen in a Fandom warehouse, soooo...

She just nodded instead. "Good," she said. "And thank you for the reminder to renew the lava insurance on the store."

"You have lava insurance?"

Should Rey get lava insurance?

"I have all sorts of insurance on T&C," Summer explained with another nod. "You think I'm paying for sudden lava damage or zombie attacks or temporary dimensional placement shifts out of pocket? No way. That place is covered up the wazoo."

"I know nothing about insurance and now I have questions."

Rey had zero insurance on anything. Never even considered it.

"And I," Summer stated, "am torn, between being curious about what those questions are and probably not wanting to actually answer any of them, because insurance is boring as fuck."

"Is it just one company that does everything, or a lot that do one? Is there a list?" She so wanted to see a list.

"There's a binder," Summer said, starting with the easy one, "and it's mostly one company, with a few periphery companies, because of course not one company can cover everything, that would be ridiculous and way too convenient and actually make sense."

She rolled her eyes again.

"And of course," she continued ranting, "the one that handles all the structural damage to the place has the absolute worst insurance agents."

"Do they do that thing where they don't want to give you insurance even though you pay money?"

Would this lead to her getting real mad at insurance companies despite never dealing with them? Yes.

"Oh," said Summer, "no, that's not usually the problem. They'll give you the insurance. They just want you to just through about fifty hoops and deal with..." Summer took a moment to shudder, a shudder that emerged from deep, deep within the darkest corners of her psyche, "Tina."

Apologies to all Tinas, but that Tina? Summer was pretty sure was actually a demon.

"I kind of want to talk to her. Is that wrong?" No.

"It's...worrying," Summer admitted, after a moment to try and find the right word and look at Rey with a curious tilt of her head. "It's got real 'glutton for punishment' vibes."

Rey shrugged. "Sometimes mind tricks happen for moral reasons."

There was a pause.

And then, a smirk.

"Why, Rey," she said, hand on her hips and that grin now bringing her nearly two second from heart eyes at what this seemed to be delightfully implying, "I'm sure you're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting. And since you're definitely not, I'm sure this napkin I'm writing the phone number and office hours on right now will mean absolutely nothing to you once I finish and slide it over to your side of the bar, right?"

Imagine how many people she'd be helping! It was for the greater good.

"Exactly. This is just a napkin," she nodded.

Honestly, that Tina really had it coming, anyway.

"Those jello shots can totally get pretty messy, too," Summer nodded sagely, "if you're not careful."

Caritas; Wednesday [04/16].

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.

Re: The Bar - 04/16.