Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[princessarcasm]

Amy was not comfortable with the theme of the day. And while she privately thought that people would probably avoid a sex shop on a day like this, she still had a job to do. She decided that for the sake of everyone's comfort, it was her duty to go the extra mile and make a neat little sign for the door.

We can make your purchase as quiet as you want here!
No chatting, no questions, no explanations.
Your secrets are safe with you!
Come on in and try our new edible lubricant line today!

{open, no OCD!}

Luke's, Thursday

[vdistinctive]

It wasn't that Eliot hadn't listened to the radio as usual, this morning. It was just that he didn't really buy it.

"I mean, come on," he told the kitchen staff. "I've trained under the greatest grifter in the world. Plus, you know, there's the whole professional criminal thing. I can lie like breathing. It's literally what I do, when I'm not beating the crap out of people." He took a deep breath. "Goddammit."

This freaking island.

He should probably just go back home and refuse to come out until he could lie properly again. Instead, he stayed in the kitchen, taking his frustration out on a cutting board full of vegetables. "Admittedly, it's kinda freeing. I mean, what's the one place I could say something like 'I was the top enforcer for an international criminal empire, but it's okay 'cause I'm a good guy now' and get believed? I mean, other than to my actual team of fellow unrepentant 'good guy' criminals. Why are you guys all huddled in the corner?"

The cook and the dishwasher pushed the busboy forward. "You're, uh," the busboy said. "Kind of way more terrifying than usual, today. Could you please put the knife down?"

Eliot looked from them to the knife in his hand, to the cutting board where all the vegetables were now not so much chopped as minced. "Nah," he said. "I'll just take it with me. I refuse to use a gun on principle, but I like having knives around. Even though I actually really rarely stab anyone." He looked back up at the kitchen staff. "I totally haven't killed anyone in, like, three years, guys. Calm down."

Today's specials
Chopped salads
Now hiring!
Seriously, people, we have, like, one employee
who's not NPC kitchen staff.

Luke's was open. Honest.

The Perk [Thursday afternoon]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

You know, when one harbored an enormous number of secrets, it was probably best to avoid human contact entirely on a day when everyone was compelled to tell the truth. And that was why Irene spent most of Thursday tucked away in her flat, reorganizing her wardrobe. (There was quite a lot to go through, honestly.)

But eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and she ventured out to the Perk -- her secrets were fairly safe if she didn't talk to anyone, she figured, but she was incredibly intrigued as far as what she might overhear, and what she might learn. The trick was just not to talk, at all, herself.

She ordered by pointing to the menu, which meant the barista told her that she was just as stuck-up as he'd always figured but at least she was hot enough to get away with it, and found herself a table to enjoy the atmosphere. And eavesdrop. And hopefully not talk to anyone, beyond that charming little encounter.

[lols no please make her talk. totally open!]

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Of course a weird day would happen when Derek had to bartend. Of course. But into work he went this evening, glaring at Tiny on his way in.

Not because Tiny said anything, but just on principle.

"I like this island," he grumbled sullenly once he was alone. Worst. Night. Ever.

[OCD free!]