Luke's, Monday

[arsenicmauls]

All things considered, Gert's weekend had been pretty awesome. A little weird at times, maybe (there was a chance that she should have thought before making certain pollen-related decisions), but she'd gotten to see Nico and made a new friend and generally enjoyed herself.

Now, though, the kitchen staff were swapping stories about their exploits during the week of pollen, and they were determined to get Gert to share stories of her adventures. Gert remained tight-lipped on the subject, but god, they were annoying when they were curious. They even made up a song about how people who deprived their coworkers of water cooler entertainment by refusing to kiss and tell were jerks.

By the time she left today, Gert would be unable to get the stupid song out of her head.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Vanilla creme brulee with vanilla madeleine
Profiteroles with caramel ice cream and chocolate sauce
Strawberry and almond millefeuille with elderflower ice cream

Demon Marcus - Monday [10/7]

[new-it-girl.livejournal.com]

Hanna was back at work after taking a mini vacation...in Rosewood. Really, she was there to spend time with Caleb...for reasons.

Now she was here dressing up mannequins in cool fall styles. She kinda loved that this was her life now.

The store was open.

[ocd-free again!]

JGoB, Monday Morning

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

A very quiet Ron sat in a seat by the bakery.

His hair had been dyed a violent red, then made into little cornrows with even tinier braids at the end. Half his mustache was missing and he supported a very violently visible tattoo that read TAMMY across his breast.

He was also wearing a red kimono.

He just sat there. Silently.

The scarred JGoB's employees, who had experienced at least part of the series of events that had led to this moment, ignored him with quiet dignity.

[[ open either for your ron or your JGoB needs ]]

Devil's Nest, Monday

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was a little late getting to the bar. The disaster of a camping trip had turned into a very long, very greasy breakfast at IHOP, and then Jack had needed three showers before he was satisfied he no longer smelled like smoke and insect repellent.

From the faces Tiny made, he might not have been entirely successful. Ah well.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Tino was sulking that the hormones were no longer blooming.

"Why, did you want to make out with the zombies?"

SPECIALS:
Design & Name your own drink!

[ooc: Apologies! Started this two hours ago, then had various phone things occur. Mod Tino, or specify Kenzi.]