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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sunday, December 29th, 2013 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
myownfaceNew Year's clothes, New Year's clothes...
No, Sparkle didn't actually have big plans for his Tuesday night. He was probably going to just throw on whatever he felt like wearing, and make his way to a bar or a club somewhere in Baltimore with a fake ID and a smile, and just see how much crap he could get himself into before the year was through. But when you worked in a clothing store and you had a discount and a wad of cash left over from all those lockboxes a few weeks ago, it really just made sense to treat yourself to something nice, didn't it?
Shut up. He'd been hit with a grenade. He'd earned a new jacket. Even if he was going to just fill the thing with studs and write swear words all over it with Sharpie later. It was fashion.
[ooc: Open and OCD-free!]
No, Sparkle didn't actually have big plans for his Tuesday night. He was probably going to just throw on whatever he felt like wearing, and make his way to a bar or a club somewhere in Baltimore with a fake ID and a smile, and just see how much crap he could get himself into before the year was through. But when you worked in a clothing store and you had a discount and a wad of cash left over from all those lockboxes a few weeks ago, it really just made sense to treat yourself to something nice, didn't it?
Shut up. He'd been hit with a grenade. He'd earned a new jacket. Even if he was going to just fill the thing with studs and write swear words all over it with Sharpie later. It was fashion.
[ooc: Open and OCD-free!]