Groovy Tunes; Thursday [06/17].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It was about halfway through Tisarwat's day that she realized that the stuff that needed to get sent out to customers or that customers dropped off to be sent to be repaired by places with far better resources for that that her did not actually get sent out on Tuesday like they were supposed to, and now Troy's oh so handwavily and entirely in my head behavior toward her during the game of tag yesterday made a little more sense.

That was the type of tag played by a person with a very guilty conscious.

But it was...fine, right? Tisarwat would just get them sent out today, it had only been two days, how bad could the delay be?

She supposed she'd find out in a week or two based on any angry phone calls she may or may not receive.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Chilly Boulder; Thursday Afternoon [06/17].

[somethingwithturquoise]

You know, even with everything she had going on right now, it was kind of hard to have something like someone blowing up at you in two-point-five-seconds and storming off telling her to go fuck herself not get under Summer's skin and start taking precidence over everything. Because as brief as the encounter had been, there was...a loooooot to unpack there, and she'd witnessed Nina blow up and react to a lot of things in a variety of different ways to know how...sensitive she could be sometimes, and how maybe neither of them really approached the situation in the best way they could have.

But Summer was the adult in the room, so she gave it a lot of thought and decided she should probably do something about it, sent out a text to Nina:

Hey, I think we should talk. Meet me at Chilly Boulder later? My treat, of course

Because if there was one tried and true method of dealing with issues, at least in Summer's experience, it was to do so over ice cream. Because, that way, no matter what happened or how bad it might get, you at least still had ice cream.

So Summer sent the text, and eventually made her way over to Chilly Boulder, where she sort of perused the options idly while waiting to see if Nina showed up, and, if she didn't, well. At least she still had ice cream.

(So much for her pre-party diet!)

[[ clearly, Summer's expecting someone, but it's definitely open for all your ice cream and/or Summer needs! ]]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

"I don't know man," Duke said, shaking his head. "'Taco Thursday' just doesn't have the same ring to it as 'Taco Tuesday'."

"But you're not here on Tuesdays," Greg pointed out. "No one's ever here on a Tuesday. It's as if we cease to exist. . . ." He stared vaguely up into the fourth wall the corner of the kitchen where the walls met the ceiling. Duke chanced a glance, wondering if something was actually there.

There wasn't.

"Uh . . . huh," he said. "I'm just gonna . . . go do payroll."

"Don't mind him," Ali said. "He's taking a course on existentialism as the Y."

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY
Fish Taco Salad Thursday!

Luke's was open.

Devil's Nest, Thursday, June 17, 2021

[texted3times]

If anyone thought Eric wasn't going to be spending his shift yelling at Tiny to push his end of the axe range-blocking water feature out of the way, well. It's like you didn't know Eric at all.

He was going to drag it over to block the piano because he was a goddamn grownup. Oh, wait, no. He was doing that because he was incredibly petty.

And because Lucifer had started it.

Eric was wearing leather pants as he did all of this manual labor, though, because the traditions must be upheld.

[OOC: No OCD today!]