Caritas- Friday

[throughaphase]

The bar was still open tonight, but most of the activity would probably be in the back room where the party was set up. There bar itself had been made to look a little like a tiki hut with the top missing, there were little masks all around, there were leis and mai tais and rum punch (along with the regular stuff, but play along, guys) and even tiki torches around the room.

Kitty still had no idea why Tino had any of this.

And it sucked that that meant she'd had to actually put it all up herself. Sigh, Tino. Sigh.

Luke's | Friday

[district12baker.livejournal.com]

Peeta was in a pretty cheerful mood today, though that could be said for most days. Today's good mood could be attributed to the weather because he loved autumn. He loved it even back at home but this year was even better because he had discovered the joys of pumpkin spice lattes. This could become an addiction.

Today's Specials
Chicken Parmigiana
Coconut Cupcakes with Chocolate and Almonds

[OCD-free!]

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

[nottrivial]

As it turned out, even after Alec had been so careful to schedule his work shift on a day that he didn't have any classes, the whole Student Council thing was taking place on Fridays anyway. That was a little disappointing, since Alec sort of liked spending an uninterrupted day at the shop surrounded by weapons, since he was a very weird person, but it was what it was, so he tried to do a lot of work organizing things in the morning to make up for it.

When he came back from StuCo, it seemed like a lot of his organization had gone ahead and rearranged itself, so he got to do it all over again. Well, you couldn't say he wasn't keeping himself busy.

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

There were some seriously big books in the store today. Kenzi had given up on re-arranging and lugging them around, and had settled in for some Critical Review.


[links, as always, NSFW]

Devil's Nest [Friday night]

[texted3times]

Eric was in the Devil's Nest at the usual time, wondering why the DJ was on a Toto kick.

...the band, not the dog, though Eric wouldn't say no to kicking the dog, either.

Come on into the club, bless the rains down in Africa, whatever.

Eric would be in the back, lurking.