Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [01/19].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had been receiving a few phone calls regularly that last week that she had been staunchly ignoring, because she recognized the California number even if the ID was Unknown. The arrival of the letter from Child Services only solidified her theory on what those phone calls were about. She didn't even bother listening to the messages that were left. All she knew was something she already figured: Ingrid did not agree to Astrid's attempts to file for emancipation, and Ingrid was very pissed off about it.

Good.

If she wanted to proceed, it would require a court order, and Astrid was pretty sure she'd meet the requirements. She would be eighteen this year, too, though, so, really, if she pursued it, she would only be doing it to make a point.

Which was why she was filling out more paperwork during her shift today, while ignoring a few phone calls she'd been getting from California numbers she didn't recognize and immediately deleting the voicemails that followed, in betweenn actually working and taking care of things around the shop.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [01/19].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat spent more time than she would like to admit that day just sort of leaning back on the counter, a cup of tea cradled in her hands, narrowing her eyes at the big cluster of wired headphones that still lurked like an ominous creature inside the shop. She was really having a hard time trying to determine if Troy just hadn't managed to make any progress on untangling it, or if he had somehow managed to make it worse.

She could swear it looked somehow bigger.

Which was slightly unsettling, and she was going to try to get some work done and not pay any more attention to it, but it just kept drawing her attention back in and making her really wish this place did more business, if anything just so she could have a better distraction to help her just forget about what was, reasonably, just a tangle of wires and nothing more...

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer supposed this moment had been inevitable. That it should have happened to him... some time.

He'd just thought it would be longer.

But no. Tiny was behind the piano, his piano, tapping keys in a maddeningly familiar melody.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified...

Lucifer sped forward and slammed his hand down on the keys. Almost violently. "No," he snapped.

Tiny shot him a funny look, but scampered away. Lucifer adjusted his jacket and pulled a face. "Never again," he muttered. "Never again."