Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

It was another quiet day in the neighborhood.

Bellamy was sitting behind the counter once again, not cleaning any of the guns this time. He wasn't doing much of anything, actually. Maybe he was dozing. His eyes were closed but he was alert all the same.

Somewhat. He was tired, okay?

[Open, no OCD]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

So, the great thing about owning both a business and the apartment upstairs from it was theoretically that, when in a brief fit of nerve one decided to go to work for a day with only a t-shirt between his flames and the rest of the world, it was easy to chicken out and just run upstairs to grab spare wrappings or a turtleneck or something to take care of the rest of it. Or, at least, that was what Jono had told himself before making his way in to the Groovy Tunes and realizing that most of his clothing was already at Hannibal's, these days.

What hadn't he moved yet? His winter gear, mostly, since he hadn't had any need of it thus far. He wasn't resorting to actually pulling any of it on just yet, but he did happen to have a scarf close at hand while he perused order forms and listened to Pearl Jam.

First sign of anybody actually coming into the store he'd probably vanish behind the counter for a few moments to throw it on. Wearing scarves inside in October wasn't that strange, was it? It was seasonal!

This whole 'being less afraid to show his face in public around the island' thing was still very much a work in progress.

[OOC: Open, and my brain is only slightly full of gauze today! Progress!]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Saturday evening! That meant Mike was at Caritas. Tending the bar. Making business notes in his note book. Updating the specials board.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
special discount if you also
don't get to go on fall break
... and totally not feeling left out by school events he had no part in. Yep. Whatever, Caritas was open!

[ooc: No ocd!]