The Perk; Sunday Afternoon [09/20].

[sake_shinigami]

Remember that book Shunsui claimed he was here to write? Shunsui did...sometimes! And since Parents Werkend was coming up, and that always ran the risk of Nanao-chan making a beleaguered and nagging appearance, he figured he should probably make at least an attempt to get more than just those few (admittedly very good and steamy) chapters he'd spent the last sex pollen weekend scribbling down to show for it.

So he was back to attempting that quaint little coffee shop thing, where he mostly experimented with different flavour shots in his sake while writing down essentially the same five lines, just maybe slightly different ways and in various scripts in an attempt to get started.

[[ like, seriously, so overstaffed. And open for all your perkly needs! ]]

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver was not at the bar this evening. He was in the bar itself but he was in the storage room, lost among the different types of strange flavored vodka.

The pickle vodka was a crime against humanity.


[OCD-free, mod Tiny because someone--not naming names--may have had too many pre-birthday drinks and can barely type]