Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

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Ah, Dite's. Sparkle enjoyed his shifts here, not just because it was such a sex-positive workspace (obviously), and even managed to be tasteful, so far as sex stores went, but also because it contained one thing that he enjoyed spending his time with more than any other item at any other place he'd ever worked.

... It was a short list, granted.

But that wasn't going to stop him from loudly singing Petey Sci-Fi songs while dressing up the giant metal rooster in Halloween-themed lingerie. Because it was festive, okay? And 'sexy chicken' was just as ridiculous as any other costume that tended to lean toward 'sexy' this time of year.

"Don't get hot. And. Fluuuuustered! Use. A. Bit. Of. MUSTARD!"

It was a pretty okay day to be Sparkle. Especially to be Sparkle strutting around with a yellow feather boa, playing out the floor show with a giant metal poultry sculpture.

[Open! OCD-freeeee!]

The Perk [Friday afternoon]

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Irene felt just slightly on the other side of "like death," so today she actually dragged herself out of bed, took a shower, and managed to put on clothes that weren't pajamas. And with that done, she saw little reason why she shouldn't leave her flat and at least attempt to get some work done.

It was Sparkle's day at the shop, so she wasn't worried about that in the slightest -- the boy was eccentric, but seemed competent. No, instead she gathered up her notes and her laptop and headed to the Perk, where she would be far more motivated to research things for class over tea -- her apartment held the promise of Top Model on her DVR, even if her own kettle was slightly more convenient.

She tucked herself into a corner, feeling a little exposed in just (designer, please) jeans and a sweater, her hair down and makeup minimal. But on the other hand, she also didn't quite feel well enough to care -- she didn't feel quite herself, so it made sense that she shouldn't look quite herself.

And when she took her first sip of tea and discovered that, against her objections, it was somehow pumpkin-spicy, she decided she didn't care enough about that do to anything about it, either. Bleh, effort.

[open post is open, though warning in advance that I have a friend in town and will force SP on you after 6:30 EST!]