Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

The store was much more sparkly today, reflecting Aphrodite's mood after the party last night. Flirting with Mary had been fun, but so had flirting with Max, and Deadpool. Knowing she could get a blush like that made the goddess inside of her all shivery with happiness and love.

Although, that might have been the sugar, as she'd worked her way through the cookies from JGOB. What was left of them were still available for customers and 'Dite herself was munching on a peanut butter cookie while flipping through a fashion magazine.

"Oh, for crying out loud! Those are hip again? Come on, people, that is so 1812." And she'd know. "That's even worse than bell bottoms!" Which was saying something.

The blinds were up, the lights were on, and the two signs on the door said, "OPEN."

And "I've got the job for you!"

Decadent Delights was open.


(OOC: Expecting two, but open to anyone!)

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[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin had noticed the store, of course, and being deputy mayor, she'd known about it.

But she hadn't had a chance to come by, and hey, if nothing else, it was her deputy mayoral duty to check in, right? Plus, um, hi, fun store.

So, she kind of leaned into the door as she opened it, taking a superficial look at what greeted her, before saying, "Hi!"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

'Dite had gotten up from her chair to lean against the counter, but she'd still been glaring at all of the models in the magazine, muttering under her breath about food being a good thing, you whiny little . . . ooh, customer!

"Hi!" She waved. "Well, don't just stand there, come on in. Nothing in here bites." Then she wrinkled her nose and scrunched her shoulders cutely. "'Cept for me."

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

"But only on request?" Robin guessed, grinning as she stepped in. "Woman after my own heart, then."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Good to know." Still smiling, 'Dite picked up the plate of cookies. "I'm Jackie Blue. Welcome to 'Dite's Decadent Delights. Cookie? I have candy if you prefer." And she pointed down at the display case where there were once again male and female lollipops.

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin arched a brow at said lollipops, but took a cookie. "Robin Scherbatsky. And thanks. Are things going okay for you so far? I'm the deputy mayor -- so, really, I should've been by sooner, but I'm here to help if you like, need help finding anything."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Well, Robin, it's so nice to meet you! Things are going very well, I'd say, the people are just so nice around he--" Her eyes narrowed as one red-headed frowning woman stood out in her mind.

"Wait, did you say Deputy Mayor? And is this about that Wilhelmina? Because she had it comin'!" And I didn't even zap her(yet)!

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

"What'd you do to Wilhelmina?" Robin asked curiously. "I hadn't heard anything, but she's cool. She comes into the bar when I'm working sometimes. Kinda old-fashioned, but nice lady."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max had been meaning to come by for a while now. Apparently now was the time to do that. He didn't actually have any idea what sort of store he was walking into, he was just showing up for the proprietress.

"Hello?"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Maximus!" She leaned against the counter, eyeing him with an appreciative smile. He looked even better than he had at the party. "Did you come to see little old me?"

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"I did," Max grinned as he took a look around the store. At which point he got slightly distracted because, well, hello!

"Nice place you've got here," he managed.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Well, I didn't call it 'decadent delights' for nothing." She smiled at his distractability. "Feel free to look around." Gold shorts flashed in her mind again. "There's lots to interest you, I'm sure."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you give me a tour?" Max suggested. Because that way he could satisfy his curiosity without having to give up her company.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Somewhere Cupid was face palming.

'Dite, on the other hand was smiling. "A tour it is. Shall we start up front and work our way . . . towards the back?"



(OOC: Oh, fine, make me draw a layout of the store! . . . not that I haven't been thinking about that anyway)

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

This was probably either the best idea that Valentine had ever had or just an example of how, really, Valentine shouldn't be allowed to have her own ideas without one of her brothers around to nudge her in one way or the other. She was leaning toward the best idea angle, herself, especially since once she thought of it, it stuck.

Besides, someone named Valentine working at a sex shop. These things practically wrote themselves.

So that was why, sometime before class, she was walking into Dite's Decadent Delights and saying, "So, I understand that you have got the job for me."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Her first reaction wasn't her best.

"Huh?" Then it hit her. "OH! The sign! The job! Riiiight." She nodded, then reached for a pad of paper.

"So, you'd like to apply for the job. Yes." Professional, 'Dite. I can do professional. She stretched out her hand. "I'm Jackie Blue, owner of 'Dite's Decadent Delights. And you are?"

This was all so exciting!

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine grinned a little, finding it just a little difficult to keep from being amused, and then deciding that she'd let herself be amused anyway as she reached out to take the proffered hand. "Valentine Wiggin, hopeful employee. I can't claim a lot of experience in this specific trade, but I was Dr. Brennan's TA for sexual anthropology last semester."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

It was the name that got her.

"Valentine? Valentine!" She grinned. "That's perfect! You're named after the one holiday that celebrates the goddess of love. How wonderful!"

Focus, 'Jackie'. She coughed. "Ahem. Excuse me. So, you worked with Dr. Brennan?" She had no clue what a TA was. "Was he satisfied with your work? Did you enjoy it?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine figured that it was probably in her best interest here not to point out that she was actually named for the saint, not the holiday, and that, really, the origin of the holiday was just as likely based around the myth that St. Valentine was martyred for marrying Christians back in the fifth century.

Instead, she just smiled. "She, actually," Valentine said. "And I think she was. It was a very satisfying and enlightening experience."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Sexual anything was an enlightening experience for Aphrodite, and she wouldn't really have known who St. Valentine was anyway.

"I can totally understand that," she said with a nod. "So why do you wanna work here, now?"

Valentine was hired, but 'Dite felt she should still ask the questions.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo was on a mission.

. . . not like that, geez.

But ever since her conversation (http://thismaskiwear.livejournal.com/9331.html?thread=92275#t92275) with Rachel the pervy door fancier outside her cabin on Sunday she'd been more than a little preoccupied with the idea (http://thismaskiwear.livejournal.com/9331.html?thread=114035#t114035) that the poor sheltered kid really, really wanted to know more about sex.

Which was why she strolled casually into the new store in town in the afternoon, hands in her pockets where a piece of paper with Rachel's name and phone number was stowed, thank you school directory, expression completely nonchalant -- nothing in here was going to shock her, after all.

"You're hiring, right?"

[OOC: That Katchoo came to the store is fine for broadcast, but the reason why NFB, please. :)]

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

If Aphrodite had come equipped with bells and whistles, this person would have set them all off. Instead, there was only a vague sense that this kid had seen a lot.

'Dite sat up and smiled. "I certainly am. Are you looking for a job?" She was ready to switch into professional mode at any moment.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. There were Polaroids and video footage out there somewhere to prove it. If you wanted to look. You probably didn't.

"It's not for me, it's for a friend," Katchoo said, lying through her teeth easily, and even managing to squelch the laugh at the thought of calling anyone she knew as little as she did Rachel a friend. Or . . . calling most people a friend, if you wanted to be comprehensive about it. "She couldn't make it in today so I wanted to pick up an application for her."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's so sweet of you." She held out a hand. "I'm Jackie Blue. You are?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo's eyebrow arched sardonically. "That your real name, or were you a big fan of the 70's?" Without waiting for a response, she started singing in her raspy voice, "You like your life in a freeform style, you'll take an inch but you'd love a mile; there never seems to be quite enough floating around to fill your lovin' cup . . ."

She smirked. "Yeah, one way or another it's kinda appropriate for this place, innit?"

And no, she didn't give her name. She knew that.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

When the girl first started singing, Aphrodite groaned and put her head on the counter. "Oh, not the song, nooooo!" Cupid was truly dead this time.

As the lyrics continued, she raised her head and eyed the evil person singing to her. When she asked the question, 'Dite tilted her head. "For the store, or Fandom? Cause I doubt I'm the only one who's ever used an alias." It was taking a chance, she knew that, but something said this kid wasn't saying anything.

Not that she really thought this was a kid. She'd seen people who'd grown up too fast, and this was one of them.