The Perk, Sunday morning

[thisguyright.livejournal.com]

Boomerang was in full costume, hoping to be allowed the anonymity that comes with having a boomerang stuck to your forehead. He needed that anonymity because he didn't want any questions about last night. Things happened. Things that shook him to his core. He had regrets.

But he also got some, so it wasn't a total wash.

But still. Regrets. That's why he was spending his morning, drinking coffee, hiding behind a newspaper, and recovering. In a goofy costume covered in boomerangs.

Magic Box, Sunday, 02/07

[not_every_mage]

Anders spent much of his shift meticulously relabeling vials of things the shop couldn't sell as love potions and aphrodisiacs. Valentine's Day was coming up, after all, and it didn't hurt business for the shop to seem to be in the spirit of things.

He wasn't cruel: He ended every label with a tiny *Not guaranteed to work disclaimer. And he made sure none of the potions he was marking up would do anything beyond give someone a bad case of the hiccups. Actual love potions weren't anything he wanted to encourage anyone on the island to play with.

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

So, Sparkle's brain was still sort of recovering from last night's dates, all the weirdness and billionaire-kissing that accompanied them, and the subsequent drinking and hangover that resulted. Which was why his shift today at Demon Marcus was mostly spent with his face down on the counter, occasionally looking up to wave people toward the boots or the baby clothes or the underwear, but mostly just drinking stupid amounts of water and regretting life.

He had pay stuff to sort out for his minions, sure, and he apparently made plans with Eric for tonight? Which he'd probably feel better in time for, at least. But for now?

For now, this counter was a great pillow.

What even was his life?

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

[texted3times]

After a very successful last evening, Eric deigned to show up at his own place of work for once! Marvel in the rarity!

He wasn't behind the bar--that's for Tiny--but he was in his place in the VIP section, promising long, messy death if the DJ didn't stop playing ABBA right this second.

[OOC: Open, no OCD!]