The Preserve, Friday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

Derek wasn't about to let a few false starts of spring keep him from going running to work off some of the extra energy he had lately. Even if he had to work a little harder to avoid the muck out in the preserve, it was better than nothing.

Puppy Joe, on the other hand, was an adorable ball of white fluff on top and dingy gray/brown on the bottom.

Look, Derek didn't have the heart to leave the dog at home. It was worth the struggle giving him a bath later.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

There were rats on the bar. Tiny rats wearing eye patches and demanding rum to go with with their pie.

Allie didn't get the joke until Tiny explained it to her, complete with the appropriate math problems.

The bar was open and the rats were lively.

Caritas, Friday Evening

[newroutines]

There was a rat with an eyepatch on one of the shelves behind the bar tonight. Specifically, where they kept the bottles of rum. And yeah, that was kind of gross and potentially unhygienic, and Mike had tried to get the little guy removed.

The problem was that it had gotten into the stash of those tiny plastic swords you sometimes saw in cocktails with cherries and stuff on them. And Mike had already gotten stabbed twice, while Tino had refused to deal with the situation at all.

So, apparently the rat was staying.

"I can't believe I'm finding this reassuringly normal compared to most of the shit that's been going on lately," Mike noted, mostly to himself. Tino had no comment to offer.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
not anything with rum