'Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

When Aphrodite arrived at the store on Thursday she found things mostly in order. The only hint that there might be a problem was a torn and empty candy wrapper on the counter.

"What's this? Oh, one of those new-" Swish! "-espresso-" Zoom! "-candies." Swoooooooosh!

'Dite pinched her nose. It was obviously the work of Hercules, who was now seriously hopped up on sugar and caffeine and therefore flying about the store with the appropriate sound effects.

She waited, following him around to prevent disasters, catching things he knocked off shelves and stopping entire displays from falling over due to his sudden jumps and leaps.

Finally, he seemed to settle -- for a moment, anyway, before jumping up and beginning again. He did this two or three times before finally passing out on the counter, on his back, his legs splayed out, looking innocent and yet somehow smug.

'Dite was just glad he'd finally crashed. She perched herself on a stool by the counter and cat, a book in her hands, and watched the door. First person to intentionally wake the cat would earn a quick trip to the duck pond.

Decadent Delights was open -- Please ignore the sleeping kitty.

(OOC: Store and post open! No, this was not inspired by a kitty stealing a piece of syrup laden pancake the other day, why do you ask?)