fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [01/26].

It had been a very busy day for Summer! But it had been a good kind of busy, between prepping her jello shots for tonight and also doing her best to turn Goose's sad, sad apartment into a half-way decent little romantic setting for his whole ~daaa`~aaaate~ with Ignis on limited timing and planning. She thought she did a pretty good job, of course, but she supposed she'd have to wait and see what kind of gossip she could scrounge up about it tomorrow to find out how it all really worked out!

So now, she could just focus on slinging drinks and wondering if she should be worried or grateful that Tino wasn't spending his time doing something ridiculous to the back room and instead was spending an awful lot of time on his phone. In a way that made Summer feel like she would definitely pay good money to find out what he was searching for while simultaneously wishing she never, ever had to know.

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Mulled Wine
German Chocolate Cake
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Summer wrinkled her nose a little doubtfully at Stark. "Is it in bad form to answer 'pretty good'?" she wondered. Which was, after all, a way of answering that without actually answer that. "I'm sorry, though, Stark. But here is good! I'm definitely glad you're here, anyway."

"I...I don't want you to be unhappy," Stark said. "You're allowed to be pretty good. Or very good. Or whatever sort of good you like."

Maybe he could be unhappy enough for the whole island?

"My being unhappy doesn't mean anyone else needs to be. Not even..." He let his voice trail off.

"You being unhappy," Summer countered, "definitely does make me unhappy, too, though. Not that you shouldn't be, of course, you definitely have a reason to and it's not like you can help how you feel, but..."

She did her own trailing off a little, shrugged her shoulders.

"I wish I could do more to help," she said. "I've been poking around at my space spa, but they've been, like, booked solid, so I don't know if I can pull that off any time soon, but sangria night offer is still definitely on the table, though."

"I'll be fine," Stark said without much conviction. "Eventually. I'm... I'll get used to it. I did before." And then he'd gotten used to not being alone and that was the problem.

"I don't know that I'm very good company... but I wouldn't mind company. I don't need a spa. I've never even been to a spa. I could drink sangria."

"You never having been to a spa," Summer pointed out, "only makes me want to take you to a spa even more, especially this one, it's pretty clear by the packed appointments that it's amaze-balls. And you're are fine. Your company's fine. I wouldn't be much of a friend if I thought otherwise just because you're very reasonably sad for a very good reason."

Stark almost asked when he would have gone to a spa, thought better of it even as he was opening his mouth (of course there was someone only recently gone who would have loved being pampered at a ridiculous space spa) and downed one of his shots instead.

"Maybe someday." If only because the mental picture of Stark at a spa, in a fancy robe, utterly bewildered by everything, was a delightful one.

"And thank you. I'm...I worry." About so many things.

It really, really was.

"That's fair," said Summer, softly, because, yeah. She got that one, for sure. "But seriously. Let me know when, and I will whip up a sangria so good, and then you can just totally let it all out. Or don't! That's totally up to you."

A pause.

"Well, actually, no, it's usually up to the sangria, at that point."

That almost got a smile out of Stark. Almost. It was at least a softened expression.

"I'm not sure there's enough to drink to let it all out. Maybe some." Possibly a lot. But there was so much and if he started it might be hard to stop.

"I don't have any plans, really." For obvious reasons. "I thought I might go see Annie tomorrow? Other than that... any time, I think."

Hey, you know what? Summer'll take it!

She nodded. "Seeing Annie is always good," she allowed, but she understood she was super bestie-biased on that one. "Friday's always good for a sangria night, though, unless you want a recharge day in between and wanna go for Saturday."

And didn't mind potential SP on the other party's side.

"Either is fine. Is one easier? For you?"

Because Stark didn't want to be a bother.

Oh, yeah, Stark, giving Summer an excuse to guzzled down a bunch of fruit wine that was waaaay too strong.

Such a bother.

Ugh! The sacrifices she made for her friiiends.

"Saturday," she decided.

Because there wasn't already a long list of other things to be posted on Saturday.

"My place," she also decided, because, yeah, no need to tempt the sangria to get too sad based on location.

He worried, Summer! About being too much and about not being enough and about imposing on people!

"Saturday is fine. I can do that. Do I, should I do anything?"

He'd try, if he needed to contribute.

"Snacks, maybe?" Summer offered, after a moment to think about it, and also thinking that Stark would be type of person to want to bring something.

Stark nodded. He was, in fact, the sort of person who would want to contribute. And if he brought food he'd probably remember to eat at least a little of it.

"I can bring something." Probably picked up from somewhere because he was hardly in the mood for baking at the moment. "Thank you."

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