Some Hot Hipster Brewpub Spot With a Really Dumb Name, Seattle, Friday Evening

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"Wow," said Jack, as he stared up at the sign 'Some Hot Hipster Brewpub With a Really Dumb Name' that hung off the side of the building. "Irony and hipster, all at once? I feel like I just got sandblasted in the face by the Pacific Northwest."

Hi, Summer.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Hiiiiiiiiii, Jack~!

Summer was beaming so proudly.

"You're welcome," she stated. "And just so you know, I definitely made sure we had a good table in te back, too, so you're double welcome. Also, everyone was telling me that the food is actually pretty legit; there's speculation that there's a real The Bear situation going on in the kitchen, and that it, like, really shows up on the plate."

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"Okay, but thinking about that show gives me anxiety," Jack said, and shoved his hands into his jacket. "Lead on and be my shield."

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"Thinking about anything gives you anxiety," Summer pointed out, with a fond sort of grin, before moving forward through the door and into the threshold of all the stuff about her presumed hometown that she gloried in always making fun of, even as a teenager. And she'd definitely called ahead and arranged to have a table somewhere they could feel like they could really get the full experience without having to be right in the middle of it and edge on that hipster territory themselves. It was a bit dark and moody inside, and absolutely rife with a certain nostalgia, but, despite that, it felt oddly glossy and sleek and new, and, if you listened closely, you'd realize the music was jazzy lounge versions of popular songs.

"It's not too bad," Summer insisted as she took to a seat that looked way more comfortable with its plushness than it actually was, "right?"

But you better believe her phone had already been out and snapping a few pictures.

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"Hey now, that's not true," Jack complained. "I'm a tough guy, okay?"

He scurried after her, like the tough guy that he was. Took in the ambiance. Squinted. "... Space, are they doing the lounge cover thing?"

So pretentious. If not entirely terrible.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Nothing says 'tough guy' like telling people you're a tough guy," Summer chirped, not about to let him get away with that one before grinning broadly at him noticing the music. "And yes. Yes, they are. Personally, I'm really looking forward to a sort of sultry brass rendition of 'My Humps' once we hit dessert, maybe. Who knows? Maybe it'll inspire a new direction for your next album."

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"Did you ever hear the one Alanis Morissette did?" Jack said. "That one is still burned into my brain."

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"That was, like, what? Forever ago," Summer noted. "Maybe it's overdue for a rock-heavy comeback."

See? Weren't you so glad they were doing this, Jack? Summer was just a treasure trove of great new ideas.

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"Absolutely not," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "That song deserves to be burned and buried, alongside the enire Nickleback discography."

He was sitting the hell down. Finally.

"... How is this uncomfortable."

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Summer shifted a little in her own seat, wiggling so that it creaked made a slight knocking sound on the floor.

"Mine is also wobbly," she informed him. "Wanna place bets that they actually trim off the end of one of the legs on purpose?"

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"What is wrong with hipsters?" Jack groused. "Can they not, for five seconds, make decisions like normal people?"

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"But if they did that," Summer countered, "then they wouldn't be hipsters. They'd be, you know....normal people."

She reached for a menu.

"Like us."

[suitably_heroic]

"I feel like this is just a 'problem solved' situation," Jack said, grabbing one himself.

He tried to lean back with it, and failed immediately, because: chair.

"Ugh," he said. "... So how was your week anyway?"

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Summer smiled softly, and realized she shouldn't find his mild misery so fucking endearing, and yet there they were. "It was fine," she said. "Pretty standard. Nothing too out of the ordinary or off the wall. I didn't even get stuck as a lamer version of myself last weekend, so that was nice! Did you get hit by that at all?"

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Jack shook his head. "Had a few shows in New York, so I wasn't around for it," he said. "The ones where I made Lana man the merch stand."

Stop looking so proud about that one, Rand.

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"Oh, right," Summer said, "those shows."

Let the record show that this one was entirely on Summer and not at all reflective of anyone else who just did not have a brain today.

But, either way, that proud look was getting a faint smirk.

"I feel," she said, "like made is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that statement, though."

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"Took advantage of her helpful attitude?" Jack offered. "Look, you know how it is with most of the Force sensitives on the island. They don't know how to have a good time. Or be normal people."

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Summer squinted at Jack for a moment, her head tilting to one side.

"You know, that's funny," she said. "I was literally just talking to Rey about this on Wednesday, when she didn't realize she could just feed herself jello shots with the Force if she still had Lego hands."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's kind of a recurring issue," Jack said. "I used to drag Sia out to the bar to try completely random drinks and harrassed her into keeping a dog..."

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"Does occasionally managing to get Rey to try a few random jello shots count for being along the same line?" Summer wondered. "But that's oddly reassuring that the Jedi No Fun Rule expands beyond just Jedi I know."

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"Technically she's not a Jedi," Jack said. "Neither is Lana. But ehn, Force user over-serious disorder seems to be a broad issue."

He waved at the waiter.

"Sometimes I think their collective ability to party was siphoned off, concentrated, and then shot straight into Anakin's great-great-grandson's veins."

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"I knew," Summer snorted, shaking her head, but there was a fondness to it. Maybe the kind of fondness you gave a cat who just could not stop scratching the furniture, but it was there, "you were going to pull out a 'technically not a Jedi' the moment it left my mouth. Also, that's exactly the amount of greats needed for my eyes to glaze over and remember that that family tree has way too many branches."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, well, imagine being me and having met every branch of that tree all the way down," Jack muttered. "Sia's technically his great-great-something grandkid too, I think? Space."

He looked at the waiter. "I am going to need a single drink to process this," he said. "But let's just make it a beer."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was just going to sit back a little (carefully, as her chair creaked and seemed to tilt just slightly less than was actually somewhat dangerous) with a knowing smirk on her face as 'just make it a beer' turned into a question about all the different brews and microbrews they had available. She probably could have cut it off before it started, but she decided that, nah, she'll let the poor waiter do their job.

"And just a Stupid Complicated Fruity Gin Cocktail for me, please."

Yes, that was what it was actually called.

[suitably_heroic]

"Just give me something between 6 and 7 percent alcohol that doesn't taste like pineapple," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Please."

Sure, that made him sound nicer.

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"Ooooh," said Summer, nodding in approval. "Good choice."

She meant that to also express that she was fairly impressed by how he navigated through that, too, actually, even if the eye-rolling waiter didn't seem to feel the same.

It was nothing personal, though. It was just on brand.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, tomorrow we're definitely doing whatever place I want for lunch," Jack grumped. "Bad enough that we're hitting Portland in a couple of days."