somethingwithturquoise: ((phone) smug click)
Today was the day that had been ultimately ascribed to be Stark's Official Unofficial Birthday, and, so, of course, Summer asked what he would like to do for it. And Stark, of course, had been predictably vague and uncertain. She managed to squeeze out of him the idea of a nice fancy dinner date, and so she put gears into motion and got them a nice reservation at a local Baltimore restaurant.

Sure, they could've gone almost anywhere in the multiverse, but there was a certain sweet quaintness to just hopping over to the nearest mainland city.

And also Summer had been seeing Of Love and Regrets popping off on some of her more culinary hipster social media radars, so that made it a done deal.

"The regret," she had assured him with convincing confidence "refers to the morning after having a few too many of their cocktails."

Probably. But she had already anticipated that the place's name would immediately cause some concern.

Anyway, they were there now and Summer was looking cute as hell and positioning her phone to get a good shot of her Pink Opps drink.

Because of course that was the one she'd get.

[[ for the birthday bf! And nfb for distance, unless Leroy really wants to be a creepy weirdo about it ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (just so happy right now)
So Summer was more than happy to duck out of work early to drag Liz to the mainland so she could (hopefully) find the woman a goddamn dress for this wedding that she was apparently supposed to help plan by Christmas (it was fine; it was great, actually, Summer worked best under pressure and with a tight as hell deadline), and if anything was going to spark her inspiration to really start working on it, it was going to be shopping. Granted, her whole experience with Annie's wedding had spoiled her rotten, and she would have preferred portaling out to New York or Paris or whatever, but she knew this was definitely more Liz's pace...and budget.

(Not that that mattered, of course, because Summer was footing the bill for the dress as a wedding present, but it wasn't her wedding, after all).

So she arranged an appointment at this conveniently vague boutique that promised to have a good amount of maternity dresses on hand for the expecting bride, and Summer made quick work of picking out a few to start with so that Liz could try them on and they could start getting a feel for the right direction. She gave them a cursory glance before grinning over at Liz.

"Alright," she said. "Let's get this show on the road."

[[ for the bride-to-be, of course, and I promise an end to all my spam. And NFB for distance too, obvi]]

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