Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

//You missed it, you know,// Jono said, squinting at the stereo as it played what was about the dozenth Irish folk song. //That was yesterday.//

The stereo didn't seem to care. Jono squinted a little more, and then left it to whatever it wanted to do. Truth be told, he didn't even really mind, terribly. Plenty of it was up-tempo enough that it actually got his toes tapping, from time to time. It would have to do.

[OOC: Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Okay, so Sparkle's head was resting on the countertop at the Demon Marcus today. That didn't mean anything.

He didn't have any music playing, and only one set of overhead lights was turned on, today. Maybe it was a nice day. Maybe he just didn't want to overdo it on the power bill or something. Nobody could prove anything, damn it.

And maybe his nails were painted green, and he still had green eyeshadow on that he hadn't completely washed off last night. And maybe, maybe he had a bottle of water and some damn painkillers sitting nearby, just in case.

That didn't mean he had a hangover today. It just meant he was prepared in case somebody else did.

A customer came into the shop. Sparkle threw a package of socks at them and told them to be quiet.

Yep. Not hung over at all.

[OOC: Open! Sparkle is gonna be great conversation today!]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"And this," the cook said, holding up an apple cobbler, "is what I like to call, 'the busboy.' This one," he gestured to a peach sorbet, "is 'dishwasher.'"

"I have a name," the dishwasher protested at a mumble, but it was lost to a mouthful of peach sorbet, which he'd been given by the cook without charge, because he was its namesake and all.

"I made one for the cook," the busboy chirped, holding up a plate of fries with a mess of cheese and gravy on them.

"That's already poutine," the dishwasher pointed out. The cook didn't see a problem with that. "It's a Canadian dish."

Today's Specials:
Pancakes, probably
Unless you want to order a dishwasher.

"This is about the Hera, isn't it?"

The cook just smirked at Kanan, and then winked.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had not slept well last night.

So he came in, set everything up for his shift, put ANYTHING WITH CAFFEINE 10% OFF on the board, and then laid down on the bar to have a nap.

Or to look like he was having a nap.

Whatever, he was relaxing.

[[ open! ]]