Wonka's Sweets Shoppe | Sunday

[shapethecentury]

It was a regular day at Wonka's.

Because a regular day at Wonka's involved there being a small fort made of various kinds of gummies on one of the display tables. Bucky'd been by the store late last night and it hadn't been there. By this morning, it had just sort of appeared. He wasn't entirely sure, but he felt like some of the strategically placed gummy bears outside it were guarding the thing.

The HELP WANTED continued to hang in the window of the store, and Bucky was behind the counter, wondering whether he'd already been here too long when that whole gummy business seemed to make almost perfect sense to him.

(open!)

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

"Hnnnnnnnnggghhhhh."

So, there had been a lot of drinking last night. Yes, it had involved bendy straws, but it had also involved hard liquor, and Skywalker in his living room, and that just meant more hard liquor, really.

So, while Sparkle should have been hard at work today at the clothing store, mostly Sparkle was just sitting in the darkest corner of it that he could find, trying to keep his brain from crawling out through his ears.

"Fucking Skywalker."

This one wasn't on Anakin, Sparkle.

[OOC: Open, OCD-Free, actual headache territory over here, so pings might be slow for a bit.]