The Gig, Monday

[whitequeensfire.livejournal.com]

It was cool out for a change -- so far -- so Angelica was taking advantage of the lack of sweltering heat to take each of the horses for a run. She didn't quite trust the heat not to come back and/or a thunderstorm keeping the horses stuck in the stables for the afternoon.

Devil's Nest, Office, Monday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's hopes of a quiet day to spend disentangling some financial arrangements for Eric and the bar were dashed with a crack and a thud as soon as he'd set himself up at the computer.

He cautiously poked his head out and noticed the source of a green aroma he'd noticed on the way in, but not investigated; a small grove of miniature coconut trees had sprouted near the center of the VIP lounge, and apparently a bumper crop was coming in.

Jack glanced to the bar to see Tiny was wearing a grass skirt and looking through a book of tropical cocktail recipes. That ... seemed a strangely reasonable reaction.

[OOC: Open post. No OCD.]

Atlas Gym, Monday

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha had decided, somewhat reluctantly perhaps, that she should probably put more work into maintaining her cover than occasionally dropping by the gym while Clint was already there. So today she opened the place up and started poking through their filing system to try to figure out how the place was run and how to improve it.

And then she was probably going to beat the everloving snot out of some poor defenseless punching bag.

The gym is open (and OCD-free!)

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Tonight was another night to experiment with shots, Jake decided. So the rainbow was making a return appearance.

Tino was just going to stand over at one side of the bar and scowl. He never got to participate in rainbow-shots night.