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Caritas; Wednesday [06/04].

When Summer came in, there was a happy birthday banner hanging over the stage and Tino greeted her with a blast of a noisemaker and put a pink sparkly birthday hat on her head. She promptoly removed it and gave him a withering look.

"Please don't tell me that it's allegedly your birthday again," she said. "You have, like, five of those a year at this point."

Luckily for her, Tino didn't tell her it was his birthday. It was his brother's birthday. Tomorrow.

Honestly, Summer would have preferred he claimed it was his birthday again instead.

"I don't believe you even have a brother," Summer declared.

But apparently he did! He just worked at a different bar in Canada, so Summer clearly wouldn't know him.

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Stewart came into the bar that evening with something tucked under his arm; it looked like a glass pan with a rubber lid on it, and when he reached a stool, he slid himself onto the chair at a precarious angle, leaning back with overexaggerated casualness. He set the container on the bar.

"Summer," he greeted, and slid the container toward her with a lift of his chin.

Summer was staring down that container hard, fairly certainly that Stewart had just brought in something worse than gelatin cheese fries, and her gaze lingered there, as if worried that if she looked away, that was when it would choose to attack.

"Stewart," she said back, cautiously, carefully, drawing her eyes from the container to the man who brought it in. "What is that? Do I even want to know?"

"They're brownies," Stewart revealed, a slow grin matching the lean of his posture against the bar as he steadily kept his eyes forward on Summer and not shifting toward the person in the bar who had directly inspired this particularly gracious act of...baked goods. Then he nodded toward the container, lifting a finger to point one way and the other.

"Au naturall," he explained. "Psilocybin on the left, but the grass is greener on the other side."

When he saw her expression start to shift slightly into doubt, he hastily added, "No meth. No roofies. About as clean as clean gets when it comes to this kind of thing."

Summer was still looking at Stewart with the suspicion that she'd regarded his offering a second ago, but...goddammit, like how could she refuse free pot brownies when they were being offered to her? She narrowed her eyes a little, trying to figure out how to make sure this weakness did not get exploited.

Not too much, anyway. She wasn't going to say no to more in the future, either, unless, like, they gave her a really shitty trip, in which case, you'd be dead to her, Stewart.

"...Fine," she said, reluctantly, but she still reached for the container to bring it closer to her, and then considered where to put them so Tino didn't go poking around them and telling her to share because it was his brother's birthday tomorrow. And then, begrudgingly, "Thank you. What's the occasion?"

Huh. That guy.

Jack lifted his chin bro-style. Seemed like the thing to do.

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Oh, hey. It was...actually, Stewart didn't know. The guy looked vaguely familiar, but maybe just in that 'seen them around the island' sort of way? He squinted at him a little bit before his chin lifted back, and offered up a grunted, "S'up?"

Look, he'd been weirdly present this week, his social battery could only handle so much.

"Weird Music Store Guy, right?" What, like Jack could be assed to ~~admit that he knew~~ get to know everyone's names around here? "Nice show up there."

"....yes?" said Stewart, with the squinting uncertainty of someone whose other options were who wants to know? and what are you, a cop?.

"And...thanks..." That was said with the suspicion that went along with generally not knowing what to do with even the most basic of compliments.

"You, too." Confidence there, as that was kind of a given. "Tool. Ambitious."

A little respect laced in there, too.

Unless he was a cop.

"The drummer in my band is really into prog metal," Jack said dryly. "I'm just preparing myself for the inevitable cover request." He took a sip of his drink. "... But thanks."

See? That's how you dealt with compliments. You hid the 'thanks' in like, many other words.

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