Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

So there was that whole prom thing going on, which Jen was pretty much avoiding since the thought of it quite frankly depressed her. Not that she hadn't briefly contemplated calling Wes in Silver Hills and saying "Hey, it's Jen. I know you're eight years older and by the way, don't ask how but I'm seventeen again, but you want to go to the prom with me?"

By 'brief,' she meant 0.0032 seconds.

So here she was at work, making model time ships out of paper plates to keep herself from getting too grumpy.

Today's Special
White Pizza
Because it won't stain your fancy dancing clothes.

Comments

Mod Your Pizza

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

She's in the middle of this really intricate ship model, see . . .

Talk to Jen

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

She's fine. Really. Not mopey at all.

Re: Talk to Jen

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

"Good evening," G'Kar greeted. "I'm in the mood for one of your fine pizzas. How is your day?"

Talk to Tom

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

For when he makes with the in-pinging.

Re: Talk to Tom

[tomthepizzaman.livejournal.com]

Tom was feeling young again today. He almost wished he could somehow be a teenager again, so he could go to the prom with everyone else.

OOC

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

. . . ahahaha, I totally forgot until just now. *headdesk* The last 40 minutes of this workday CANNOT POSSIBLY MOVE ANY QUICKER.

Re: OOC

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

*gives shirtless Sky to speed things along*