The streets of Fandom, Tuesday night around 10

[not_entirely]

The opening had been going well. There were more people stopping in to shop than Lucas had expected and the brownies were particularly popular. He'd sold some stuff, caught a shoplifter, hired an employee, and even caught a nap in between.

Then Marc got bored.

And now, Marc was running the streets in all their Gwar-ish glory, rampaging with their plastic weapons and their fake blood guns and performing on street corners and generally causing havok.

Lucas watched them dash off from the door to his store. He tilted his head and took a bite out of a brownie.

He just hoped that Marc had the good sense to advertize whilst they rampaged.