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Pixie Dust, Tuesday

So, this was what employment was. Blackheart had shown up for his first shift at Pixie Dust with no idea what to expect, except that there was the possibility of being inconvenienced by the arrival of people who actually wanted to buy things. Apparently, such people were called "customers" and were to be presumed to be unworthy of his assistance unless proven otherwise.

When the pixie had told him that much, she had told him all he really needed to know, hadn't she?

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Pixie Dust was open, and Blackheart had discovered the whereabouts of the absinthe.

(OCD is up, and Pixie Dust is open!)

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Blackheart decided that the best way to avoid having to deal with stupid people was to put out a sign explaining that anyone who dared abuse his negligence would fall upon considerable bodily harm.

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Because sometimes, even demons have to suck it up and do their job.

Isabel had gone into town for a coffee, then figured she'd stop by the store to see if Tink had any advice aobut what to suggest for Hoshi.

"Oh hi!" she said, not recognizing the new face. "Is Tinker Bell around?"

Blackheart eyed the girl who was talking to him (and thus had to be insane, he concluded) with a raised eyebrow.

"She's not," he stated, his typical annoyed snarl not quite making it into his voice. Yet. "It's her day off. She's probably either drinking somewhere and plotting the death of some British girl, or sleeping off a hangover.

"She does that a lot doesn't she?" Since Tink wasn't around, Isabel figured she might at well get to know her new co-worker. After all, she might need a shift covered once in a while. "I'm Isabel. I work here on Thursdays," she explained as she walked over to lean on the counter. "Nice sign."

Blackheart glanced at the sign, took a moment to scowl at it as though accusing it of not doing its job, and then looked back at Isabel, the corners of his lips pulling into a rather tense smile.

"I'd like to think it gets the point across. I'm Blackheart."

"It's a different approach to customer service," Isabel shrugged. "But if the boss doesn't mind..."

It took a moment for her to place the name. Then Isabel remembered, her conversation with Andrew at the roof party. "Oh, Andrew mentioned you."

"He did?" Blackheart looked at her curiously for a moment, then shrugged it off. The boy - his big brother, apparently - had seemed rather excited to have a demon for a charge. "I'm curious as to what he had to say."

"Not much, just that you're a demon." She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, after all the school wouldn't admit anyone that was a threat. Then Isabel remembered Umbridge, everything Angel and Bel had ever told her about demons, the Source and her own trips to the Underworld. Isabel was suspicious and wary and it probably showed.

"Hm," Blackheart noted the way air about the girl with something of a smirk. "And that's all that really needs to be said to make people uneasy, it would seem."
Suspicion wasn't quite the same as fear, but it still smelled delicious.

"Let's just say experience has taught me to be wary," Isabel shrugged. "A run-in with the Source, a few trips to the Underworld. It colors your worldview a bit."

"I imagine it would." Blackheart tried not to seem too amused. "I have no idea what the Source is, however. And I've heard a few differing accounts of the Underworld since I've gotten here. Perhaps your world view has been colored a little differently from my own."

Though he hoped not. It was so much more entertaining if someone around here was actually suspicious of him for the right reasons.

Isabel was pretty sure he was amused. Which was probably not a good sign. Still, he hadn't done anything. Yet.

"There's plenty of alternate realities here, why not alternate Underworlds? Which, damn, is not a particularly cheerful thought," Isabel admitted. "Unless yours is one of cotton candy and fluffy bunnies?"

"Fire and brimstone, actually," Blackheart clarified. "Screaming souls locked in eternal torment, all of that fun stuff."

It wasn't as though he really saw any need to be discreet about the sort of Hell he came from. He figured that there wasn't much anyone here could do to him about it anyhow.

"Home sweet home."

It was perhaps also apparent by his tone that he didn't much care to go back to 'home sweet home,' either.

"Sounds cheerful," she said dryly.

It's funny, Isabel usually used the same tone when describing Antar. "And you're enjoying the chance to be someplace else?"

"This is my first time ever leaving the place," he noted. "I think I like it better here."

His father wasn't about, after all, and that was certainly a plus.

"We've got ice cream and chocolate, it's definitely better," she agreed.

"If I'd ever had either, I might agree more," Blackheart decided.

Mental note. Try ice cream.

"Should I make a Chilly Boulder run for a hot fudge sundae?" she asked. Then the mental facepalming began, something about making nice with the potentially scary and dangerous demon guy.

Blackheart knew what boulders were. And that chilly meant cold. And that, for whatever reason, this very suspicious person was offering to go and get him ice cream.

It was likely to really tick his father off... Demons and sweets. What a combination that was.

"Is that you offering?"

"Yeah. Apparently," Isabel replied, looking a bit puzzled. Certain people were going to thwap her soundly about the head. But still, she'd offered. She'd go. And who knows, maybe ice cream could soothe the savage beast.

He shrugged.

"Well, sure, then..."

He was open to new experiences. Mostly. If the new experiences meant that he had something to gain. In this case, it seemed as though he might gain a hot fudge sundae. Which was... odd, but he could handle that.

Nevertheless, the 'I think perhaps you are nuts' expression was quite clear on his face.

Isabel had a matching expression of 'yeah, I'm nuts'. "Okay then. I'll be back in a few."

Fifteen minutes later she was back, the promised sundae in hand as well as a dish of chocolate with tabasco sauce for herself. "Here. I don't think it melted too much on the trip here."

"Thanks," Blackheart said, taking the sundae and staring at it. It was cold, but, as she had said, it had melted somewhat.

Not that it mattered. His father had a certain talent for making the temperature around him drop a few dozen degrees, which irritated the Hell out of Blackheart. A slightly melted... sundae? Was no trouble at all.

"So I just... Eat it." He stared at it some more. Right. Eat it. But not through his fingers. He was pretty sure that ice cream didn't have a soul. The same way as the alcohol, then? "With my mouth?"

He was doing his damnedest to ask this question and not look like an idiot.

A plastic covered spoon appeared on the counter top as Isabel unwrapped a matching one. "Here's a spoon. Useful for ice cream in cups. Now if you'd gotten a cone, well that you just kind of lick."

He picked up the spoon and eyed it critically for a moment. Plastic. It wouldn't have lasted five minutes in Hell, that much was certain. But then, he wasn't in Hell, at the moment. The plastic spoon would do.

He tentatively dug the spoon into the ice cream, and then he put it into his mouth.

He considered, for a moment, then took another bite to be sure.

Yes, there was no mistake about it.

"This is... good." He did his best to not look clearly surprised.

Isabel tried hard not to look smug. "Told you. And that's just plain vanilla ice cream with hot fudge sauce. There's lots of other flavors. You'll have to check them out."

Blackheart did not 'have to' do anything. He was Blackheart. He was mean and nasty and evil and one day Hell was going to be his and he did not 'have to' try anything he didn't want to try.

Unfortunately, he did want to try more, so his little moment of silent indignant pride was for nothing.

"I suppose I will," he agreed, still trying not to seem too shocked. "Chilly Boulder? I'll check them out, sometime."

"Best ice cream in town," she told him, recognizing a convert when she saw one. "Well I'm going to get going. I've got some other people to see. It was interesting meeting you. I'm sure I'll see you around."

"I'm sure you will," Blackheart agreed, then set about to the daunting and most welcome task of finishing his ice cream.

Andrew had heard a rumor and wanted to see if it was true. Sure enough, he spied his little sib.

"Hiya!"

Oh. It was the happy boy, come to visit.

"Andrew," he acknowledged by way of greeting, nodding faintly. "Need something?"

Andrew glanced about the store. He didn't immediately see any fun t-shirts so he replied, "Nope! I just wanted to come see how my little brother was doing."

In truth, Andrew was maternal and he was worried about how the demon boy was being treated.

"I'm doing well," Blackheart replied flatly. Anywhere that wasn't where his father was just happened to be 'well,' really. "I've found the pixie's alcohol stash."

Alcohol was also good.

"Oh..." Andrew wasn't much of a drinker. "Well, you have fun with that. I've got to run, but, um, just remember that I'm here if you need anything."

Andrew walked back towards the door.

".... Okay." Blackheart stared quizzically after his 'big brother' as he made his way to the door again.

Oh, yes, mandatory customer service pleasantries.

"Have a nice day, do come again."

And that 'nice day' gave Andrew pause. He turned back towards his little brother.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he queried. "I don't want to bother you, but if you want to chat I have no problem sticking around." That was a lie, he really had to pee, but he didn't think that was 'need to know' at the moment.

Andrew was still here. Which meant that the pleasantries had either been too pleasant, or the boy was more starved for companionship than Blackheart had thought.

Either way, he was infringing on precious drinking and plotting evil plots time.

"I'm fine." No. That wasn't a snarl. Really.

Andrew just nodded, a little reassured by the snappiness. He pushed open the door and walked out.

As much as Blackheart would like the world to end, according to the rules of Hell, he has to wait until the end of days, anyhow. So you get an OOC thread, here.

If there's any outfit that you're dying to have your characters discover, feel free to mention it here, and I'll have Blackheart snarl and shove it at them in the most retail-friendly manner possible.

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tinkerbitch. Bow. Bow before the fairy.

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