Freedom Arms, Friday

[nottrivial]

Now that those vending machines were gone, business had picked back up at Freedom Arms, and in the spirit of capitalism, Alec was rolling with the momentum by advertising a sale.

BUY TWO GUNS, GET THE THIRD FREE

He had, however, thrown out the sandwich board sign that Ron had made him wear. There was a limit to what he would do for this job.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[myownface]

The freaking heat was out at Dite's today. And sure, Sparkle had called someone in to come beat the furnace into submission, but in the meantime, it was freaking cold. And it wasn't even like there was anything of any substance in here to keep warm under. Lingerie? Not exactly made for warmth, after all.

And sure, he'd brag that, as a Canadian who had done his fair share of winter nights on the streets, he was better-suited to winter cold than most people. But one of the first things any Canadian learns is that, if you can avoid the cold, you freaking do it. It was just common freaking sense.

Barring that, layers. Which was why there was a somewhat miserable Sparkle sitting at the till of Dite's today in his winter duds, buried under a small heap of lacy underthings. Bury yourself under enough silk corsets, and it was almost like being under a blanket. Almost.

He'd sort them out again and put them away once the furnace-guy fixed the place and it warmed up again. In the meantime, no work was getting done. At all.

[OOC: Ah, semi-method RP. My heap of blankets and space heater and a cat shoved into the foot of my sleeping bag are barely making up for the fact that our heat is out and there's a blizzard out there. Open, and chilly.]

Turtle & Canary, Friday

[fix-it-guy.livejournal.com]

The Christmas decorations were gone. The New Year's decorations had been up for a few days, but they also were gone. All the remnants of the holiday season were tucked away in the clearance aisle. In their place, the seasonal aisle and the big displays at the front of the store were filled with...

"Back to School things?" Mike asked Apu with a dubious expression. "They've only been gone for a week and a half."

And so Apu got to explain to Mike yet another of the island's peculiar quirks. They discussed the matter, and soon there was a new sign up in the window.

WELCOME NEW STUDENTS!
SALE! All items in the store 10% off
All Back to School items an additional 15% off
Today thru Monday

NOW HIRING
All shifts


Today's Squishy flavors: Auld, Lang, Red

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Technically the cold didn't effect Allie. In reality, even Allie had to admit it wasn't all that nice to be outside when the temperature dropped that low.

Once she'd gotten settled at her usual spot near the bar, she had Tiny change the specials sign to one offering half-priced hot drinks.

Caritas, Friday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike's holidays had been –– well, they'd been. They'd happened. He couldn't have even told you how he'd decided to go to Florida in the first place, anymore. Probably something to do with all the pre-Christmas near-death experiences. And Christmas itself. Anyway, he'd spent Christmas Eve with his foster dad and then bounced around Florida, hitting up one wrong person from his past after another. Guess he'd done well all through 2013. Guess he'd had to make up for not feeling like a fuck-up even once during the year by feeling like it every damn day for the last two weeks of it.

But it was 2014, and Mike was back on the island now. Actually, he'd just come back before his shift. Hadn't even been by the house yet. No reason.

There was nothing on the specials list. Sorry, people who loved specials. Mike just wasn't feeling very special right now. He'd get back into the swing of things tomorrow.