The Perk - Saturday Morning

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

A guy with blue skin, flaming hair and no fashion sense had woken up this morning with no idea who he was or where he was. Not that it mattered, of course. Wherever he was, as long as there was food and people, he was set for a good time. It was morning, so there were no bars open, but the smell of coffee drew him in. The sight of food clinched it. This was definitely a good place to settle in for the morning.

The Perk was open for all your caffeinated needs and hey, there was a nasty Greek god who had no idea he was a nasty Greek god at one of the tables to talk to.

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[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

She had cash, a pair of really tight jeans (because everything in that closet seemed to be like that) and a really big UNLV sweatshirt that thankfully hid everything. What she still didn't have was any clue as to who she was. But she suspected that she really liked coffee.

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

"Morning!" Hades greeted in a decidedly un-Hades way. "Try the latte. It's to die for."

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary stared at the other guy. Specifically, she was staring at her hair. "Where the hell did you come from?" she blurted without thinking.

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

"I've been asking myself the same question all day. Can't work it out, so I figure it doesn't matter where I came from, only where I'm going."