The Perk [Saturday morning]

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It wasn't as though Irene could say she hadn't been warned.

Don't ask how or why she had men's clothes in her apartment; when she'd gone digging through her wardrobe for something that might fit this morning, she'd stumbled across a hooded sweatshirt (ugh) and a pair of Dockers (she felt faint) at the very bottom of her closet.

Bastard thought he was funny, apparently. But it'd work for now, since she clearly had to make a trip to the mainland to buy something more suitable if she was going to be stuck this way for longer than an hour or so. That was more than enough time to spend in clothing that probably came from...JC Penney. Or worse.

There were perks to this, though. One of the baristas was giving her interesting looks where before he hadn't (hm), and while Irene much preferred her usual, more...compact form, she wasn't as deeply traumatized as one might have suspected. After all, she'd probably change back soon enough (that was the rumor she'd heard), and as soon as she got her feet into some Cole Haans and something with a proper threadcount on her body, she'd feel much better about the whole thing.

But first: coffee. She got something enormous (and they insisted upon putting pumpkin in it, by the smell of it) and tucked away into a corner with a newspaper. She couldn't very well go shopping uncaffeinated, after all. That way laid fashion disaster.

[open with SP but I couldn't not put her out somewhere omg.]

Demon Marcus, Saturday

[myownface]

It didn't take Sparkle long before he figured out what was going on around the island, no. After all, the place was rife with eye candy and he'd woken up to the sound of varied masculine yelps of surprise throughout the dorms. So, seeing an opportunity to be helpful (or better appreciate just how pretty some of the ladies were today), he made his way to the Demon Marcus and settled in for a shift, a day earlier than usual, pulling out his phone to fire off a 'remind me to take you drinking later' text to Atton.

Sale!
All Men's Clothing 25% off!
50% if your parts are all wrong today!
Free men's underwear with every pair of pants!

Never let it be said that Sparkle wasn't helpful. He could so be getting high right now instead.

[Open with midday SP warnings!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Ever have one of those days when it didn't matter what the hell was going on, you were quite happy to just sit back, drink a coffee, and remain oblivious to it? That was Nikolai, today. So far since his shift had started, he'd taken three calls asking if room service also delivered pants (yes, but there was a fee for running errands around town), several more calls asking for clean sheets than usual (didn't wanna know. He didn't wanna know), and one irate guest who was demanding a refund because clearly her new facial hair and other things had to be a result of something that was in the food last night.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Coffee. Sweet, life, giving coffee.
Free if you don't talk to the clerk about your dick.
Seriously. Please.

Yep. That oughta do it.

[Open!]