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fandomtownies2010-02-10 01:21 pm
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Pixie Dust, Wednesday
"What the hell, snow?" Shelley asked for the tenth time that morning, staring out the window. Even though it was toasty and warm in the shop, she was a bundle of faux fur and overly-shiny Gore-Tex.
There were also two hot water bottles draped around her neck. She had gotten one for herself and one for Dimitri, but since he wasn't in town, she was putting it to good use.
She took a sip out of her steaming mug, the contents of which were a mixture of various things from under the counter with a dash of hot chocolate tossed on top. "What the hell, snow?" She was going to get so drunk.
Pixie Dust was open for business.
There were also two hot water bottles draped around her neck. She had gotten one for herself and one for Dimitri, but since he wasn't in town, she was putting it to good use.
She took a sip out of her steaming mug, the contents of which were a mixture of various things from under the counter with a dash of hot chocolate tossed on top. "What the hell, snow?" She was going to get so drunk.
Pixie Dust was open for business.