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fandomtownies2009-09-30 10:47 am
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Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday
For the most part, Aphrodite liked almost everyone she'd met on the island. A few she considered friends, others were close confidants, and a few . . . well, a few were just . . . people.
Like theNPC person she was currently dealing with as a counseling client. He had shown up for his regular session at exactly one, proceeding to then spend 45 minutes complaining about how the woman he loved totally didn't know he was alive.
When Aphrodite said she was sure that wasn't the case, he'd then looked up eagerly and asked her to dinner. She'd spent the next twenty minutes explaining, with a slight touch of her power, that she really wasn't what he was looking for.
By the time she finally got rid of him, she was as exhausted as she thought she could get.
"I know I said I could help anyone, Hercules, but him? He doesn't need help, he needs a life!"
She noticed that there was a light flashing on her phone. "Ooh, someone called." She immediately checked the messages.
"Wait, Valentine's leaving? How dare they!" With a very un-goddess-like huff, she sat on the stool behind the counter. "Can this day get any worse?"
Then she stopped, sitting up straight and glancing carefully around. "That was not a challenge, Fandom. Really."
Dite's Decadent Delights is open. Mind what you say.
(ooc: Store and post are open.)
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When Aphrodite said she was sure that wasn't the case, he'd then looked up eagerly and asked her to dinner. She'd spent the next twenty minutes explaining, with a slight touch of her power, that she really wasn't what he was looking for.
By the time she finally got rid of him, she was as exhausted as she thought she could get.
"I know I said I could help anyone, Hercules, but him? He doesn't need help, he needs a life!"
She noticed that there was a light flashing on her phone. "Ooh, someone called." She immediately checked the messages.
"Wait, Valentine's leaving? How dare they!" With a very un-goddess-like huff, she sat on the stool behind the counter. "Can this day get any worse?"
Then she stopped, sitting up straight and glancing carefully around. "That was not a challenge, Fandom. Really."
Dite's Decadent Delights is open. Mind what you say.
(ooc: Store and post are open.)