Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[myownface]

Sparkle was in a pretty good mood today as he unpacked a shipment of books for the wall. There were some pretty useful ones about sexual health and identity, and then some, er, weirder ones.

Sparkle didn't consider himself a chef or anything, and at first he'd actually been pretty sure they'd gotten an incorrect shipment or something, but he was opening up Fifty Shades of Chicken just to be certain. By the time he was four recipes in, there was no doubt in his mind that this book belonged here. The recipes were legit, and their names?

If anyone walked in to find Sparkle howling with laughter while reading a chicken cookbook, that would be why.

[Open, OCD-free, and of course there's NSFW content at the link.]

The Beach, Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

When Ender had destroyed his raft here years ago, he'd done so thinking he'd never be back here long enough to miss it.

He'd been wrong.

All in all, he'd held out for quite a while before he'd caved - but caved he had. He dragged a bunch of logs and some rope to the beach right around dawn, having tipped his rickshaw driver well for the inconvenience of driving both him and his materials here. He dropped them all into the sand and released a deep sigh.

He stripped down to his old faded khakis and a white t-shirt that covered most, but not all, of the tiny (and not-so-tiny) scars that littered his torso. It'd be hard work, and it hadn't exactly been cold lately; he could always take off the shirt if it got even warmer, or put his coat back on if he needed it.

Then he dropped to his knees in the sand, snagging a piece of wood, some tools and his rope, and got to work. By early afternoon he'd have his raft again. It'd be a small relief. But right now, just having work did wonders enough. Exercising his muscles was a joy, justifying the vanity of going to the gym on a regular basis. He found himself enjoying it - by the time noon arrived, he was practically humming.

[[ open! i'll be on sp for a bit during the afternoon. ]]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Since the dog could not keep itself away from the wolfsbane patch, it would seem that Derek needed to take him to the park for exercise. Because, you know, all those hikes through the woods with the dog trailing after him wasn't enough.

Really.

Derek kept track of the bouncing white ball of fluff as it attempted to chase the ducks. The ducks? Less than impressed by this.

Worst predator ever, Puppy Joe.

[[Open like a park!]]

Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

It was a surprisingly quiet night at the bar. The DJ was playing some sort of generic pop and Allie was quietly muttering at her phone. Stupid game.

[OCD free! SP is the name of the game since I'm in the car on the way to vacation.]