Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had gone out drinking last night with a good dozen other people who apparently hailed from the same galaxy as he did. Roughly half of them had been related in some way to Skywalker.

And he was somehow not hung over today as he showed up for his shift. Unless you counted a sugar crash. He'd had his first drink on Anakin's credits, and then had stuck to soda for the rest of the night, since Earth's weird drinking laws had meant that Hera couldn't, and he had found that he didn't want to be drinking in front of her while she was stuck with cokes all night.

Twenty-one seemed like such a weirdly arbitrary number. Why not at least round it down to twenty? Caritas had the right idea, though, if you asked Kanan.

Today's Specials:
Banana Cinnamon Pancakes with Butter Rum Sauce
Chilled Honey Borscht Soup
Flan

"What the hell is flan?" Kanan had asked.

Before long, he was on his third helping.

[OOC: Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

So, Sparkle had been up late last night with his homework. Not for a moment thinking about the fact that he had a business to run that required him to be at least somewhat awake and functional today.

But here he was. At work. Sitting behind the register, with half-cut patterns strewn around the countertop in front of him.

His face planted on top of one of those.

He wasn't snoring.

He might have been drooling a little.

These things happened.

[OOC: Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

//But why?//

There was no reasoning with the stereo.

Jonothon knew this.

But this wasn't stopping him from practically begging it, two hours into his shift, to stop playing various children's recordings of I've Been Working On The Railroad. Over and over. Ad infinitum. It was starting to drive him bloody mad, and the stereo refused to be turned off, no matter what he did.

[OOC: Some days, I dislike living right beside a railyard. Ding ding ding ding. Open.]

Turtle & Canary; Sunday [01/28].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya came into the shop that day like a woman on a mission. "Behold!" she explain to Apu, brandishing a small vial of something that looked like murky glittery blue soup. "Straight from the Hobblepots themselves! Guaranteed, they said, to turn anything, anything at all, purple. Not red, not crimson, not vermillion, but purple!"

And she had a grin on her face that was a little worrisome as she tested it out on a jug of milk (purple!), a bar of yellow soap (purple now!), a bag of black licorice (purple licorice!).

It was honestly one of the better working products she'd ever received from those old cooks, so she held her breath when it finally came to the final test: dumping it into the lines of the Squishy machine.

"ZARDS!"

As you could guess, it still came out red. Amaya kicked the machine and scowled at the now empty vial in her hands. "Old piece of red dedicated, no good, stupid, stubborn equipment!!"

But the fight was not over yet. The fight, it would seem, would never be over.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Grape Ape
Purple Nurple
Red

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