wonkas; saturday

[flickofthewrist]

If Flick's timing was correct, he didn't have too many shifts left on the island. It was sad in a way but considering where he was going, he couldn't be that sad. He was pumped, excited, ready for something new. The candy was stocked up and a few pieces were sitting in front of Flick. Every so often, he'd pop one into his mouth to eat.

His laptop was out and he was browsing more furniture. He needed to get that apartment filled up before he left.

[Open, no OCD]

Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy wasn't having that great a day. Before coming in this morning, he'd made another attempt to leave. He'd crossed the causeway, gun in hand, thinking that it'd been long enough, that his sister had been without him long enough. He didn't want to be here and he had things to do back on his Earth so he needed to leave.

He'd failed. Again.

Eventually, he'd gone back to the preserve, stowed his things and now he was here, leaning against the wall behind the counter, looking surly and grumpy. But, that was kind of his default state, if he was honest.

[Open, no OCD]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
25% off anything you order that has funky vodka in it

Sure, Tino had a collection of buckets and Mike was pretty sure a couple of them had been commandeered from other businesses around the island.

But Mike was currently much more concerned with how Caritas didn't seem to have any normal vodka in stock. It was all either pickle, bubblegum, or bacon flavored. Yep. He really wanted someone to come in and tell him whether a Bloody Mary with bacon vodka was any good.

Sometimes he wanted other people to test these things for him.

[ooc: Open!]