The Causeway to the Park, Wednesday

[bedbathabbiyond]

Abbi knew that some of her behavior categorized her as a hot mess, plain and simple, but she had always really thought of herself as the kind of person who, when push came to shove, could accomplish adult-living kind of tasks without much fuss. Maybe she was being too generous with herself, but there it was.

On the other hand, Abbi had never tried moving into a new place without the help of a cabbie while also having her hormones toyed with by a sentient island. So maybe it was no surprise that Abbi's purposeful stride toward her new living space with an overstuffed gym bag over each shoulder wound up being put on hold when she dumped her bags on a bench in the park and paused to watch some shirtless men play what looked like the world's most homoerotic game of basketball.

She could take her sweet time moving in, but first she was going to enjoy a few seconds... er, minutes... of this softcore porn calling itself a basketball game. It was hard to pass up.

{open!}

Book Haven, Wednesday, 2/18

[not_a_moonie]

On a whim, Alana had decided to try to hate-read 49 Tints of Ecru at work today. She was a bookseller, right? It was part of her job to keep up with what other people were reading.

She could tell from the very first page that other people had terrible, terrible taste, wouldn't know good writing if it hit them in the face, and seemed to prefer their romantic heroines personality-free. The book was so bad she kept reading just to see if it ever got any better at all.

It didn't, but eventually she hit a part that her sex pollen-addled brain thought was actually hot. And any chance she was going to be a productive worker bee was shot for the rest of the day.

[OOC: Open store, open post!]

JGOB: Wednesday Afternoon

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

After spending most of the week handwavily cooped up in the station, Vic needed a significant break from dealing with Ralph and the nutballs calling in to complain about... well everything.

So she was getting coffee. Some might say getting caffeinated wasn't going to help her feel less wound up but screw it. She needed a break.

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

He wasn't going to say it, but Atton had kind of stopped by the Perk today to find that Jedi Master of Anakin's and bug him until he coughed up some more of his secrets. To his confusion, however, Kenobi was nowhere to be found-- which he guessed was probably a good move if you were a Jedi trying to avoid hormones, but still.

Then he realized he was out in this mess and would have to deal with his fair share of hormones, now.

Ah, well. To make sure the day wouldn't be a complete, unmitigated disaster, Atton wound up going up to the (hot) barista to order a (hot) coffee and a (cold) piece of apple pie. He trudged back to a seat somewhere in the corner and sat down.

Maybe if he brooded hard enough, it'd keep people away from him.

[[ open! ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights [Wednesday afternoon]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

So. When one owned a sex shop, and there was a sudden influx of amorousness, one clearly needed to capitalize on it. And Irene, truly, had been remiss -- between her cold and the blizzard and Valentine's Day and class, she hadn't even gotten in to put a sign in the window to capitalize on it.

She had also been busy with other things, to be fair. Including, but not limited to: writing flirtatious texts, deleting them, creepily perusing the staff directory to see who was cute and possibly single (don't you bloody judge her), trying to figure out how Tinder worked, irritably throwing her phone across the room, and purchasing a new phone this morning.

She was a busy lady, okay?

In any case, she was in today and determined to keep her mind on the accounting and inventory sheets she had in front of her. She'd put a sign in the window after a bit of deliberation:

BUY ONE, GET ONE 50% OFF ALL MERCHANDISE.
Because God knows you can probably use more than one of whatever it is, this week

She would've put something more clever, but succinct and to-the-point seemed like a better course of action, just today.

[open and OCD-free! I'm my usual SPish until about 6:30 EST tonight.]

Devil's Nest | Wednesday Evening

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Buffy was sitting at the bar with several fans pointed in her direction. She was also chewing ice cubes. Which was doing wonders to get rid of frustration in addition to cooling her off.

Ugh she should have just gone away for the week.

[OCD-free]