Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian knew better than to send Pam cut flowers for Valentine's Day, but he figured that she might appreciate what he brought her instead: a potted baby white fringed orchid. He wasn't sure if he'd see her around, so he also left a note:

White Fringed Orchids are on the endangered species list for Maryland. Got this one through a reputable conservation nursery. Happy Valentine's Day, boss.

That settled prominently somewhere she would see it, Adrian went back to tidying the store, just in case there was a sudden rush as people realized they needed last minute holiday gifts.

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [02/13].

[x_wondrous_x]

Stewart was having a terrible week. It all started when he woke up on Sunday, and all he could think about was Gae sex. Gae sex filled him up inside. After Gae sex, there was practically no other sex. Gae sex was different than all other sex he'd had. Gae sex was the best of all sex, and he missed it. Gae sex had been a personal awakening, it made him feel something deep, deep inside him....It was like his whole life was meaningless before he started Gae sex. Gae sex made him feel pride. It made him feel like He-Man. It was life-changing. Earth-shattering Gae sex.

Why must he be tortured with these reflections? Of sex with his ex...girlfriend, who was named Gae.

(This joke worked so much better in a audio medium).

But there had been whispers of Gae asking about him over New Years, hadn't there? So he went back to Letterkenny to see if he could reconnect with that mind-altering Gae sex once more, only to find her elusive and avoidant and as unreachable as ever.

After abject failure, then, in successfully obtaining Gae sex, or even just a Gae kiss or chaste Gae handholding, Stewart returned to the island yesterday feeling defeated. He felt like all he wanted to do was drown his sorrows at the bar, but it was Summer's night, and he couldn't deal with that additional rejection (he didn't remember about there being another bar until far, far too late). And so he skulked down to the basement of Groovy Tunes to numb himself in his more traditional way, and didn't emerge until very late in the morning, wincing at the brightness coming through the window, and not feeling much better about any of it.

He thought maybe he'd poke at some work to try and feel better, but he was mostly just making a pile of terrible CDs to smash later. Until his phone buzzed, and he felt a surge of hope fluttering in his miserable chest. "Gae?" he asked hopefully to the universe as he all but lunged for his phone on the counter.

There was a wave of disappointment to see that it wasn't her, and then a tilt of his head as he processed what it was instead.

"Navaan," he said, with a faint smirk for the intrigue of possibilities. It wouldn't be be Gae sex. Nothing would ever be Gae sex. But...he certainly wasn't about to let that go unanswered.

Groovy Tunes is open!

(For now).

Pixie Dust; Thursday [02/13].

[beautiful_boc]

Pixie Dust was in quite a state of disarray, from unfolded clothing on the display tables to mannequins being knocked over, and, of course, a good deal of garments and fabric ripped and shredded and torn...

...and, apparently, there had also been efforts to set things right again, shelves brought back up, items piled rather than scattered, things being stitched and mended back together.

It had been a roller coaster of emotion for Boc this week, erratic swings of extreme violence and rage welling up in him for no good reason, only to subside long enough for him to stare in abject horror at what he'd done, threatening and snarling at his employees, tearing through things, unable to calm the beast within him. He remembered, somewhat, the last time this had happened, where it seemed like he couldn't control...whatever it was, that set him apart from the other demi-humans, when he became just as ruled by those violent, hateful instincts that seemed to rule his kind.

And he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all, and so he was sequestering himself in his nest underneath the counter for his own good and the good of those around him, and especially for all those poor and helpless garments that didn't deserve that kind of abuse. He was supposed to create beautiful clothing, not destroy it!

This, too, he told himself, shall pass, but he was mostly just willing himself to become a tree again instead, with no such luck.

Pixie Dust is (sort of) open!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

Of course Thor was shirtless behind the bar tonight. He was not unaffected by the pollen, although he and Blake had discovered that by swapping places regularly they could mitigate the effects somewhat by taking a break from them, and was feeling rather warm. And, not that he would admit the motive out loud, the patrons of the bar deserved a little treat for suffering much more than he.

You were welcome, everybody.

Tiny was also shirtless, and you were perhaps less welcome for that, but it wasn't as if Thor could stop him.

Special
Buttery Nipple

...Tiny might also have chosen the special.

The Devil's Nest is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz wasn’t sure just how much work she was going to get done that morning, it had been a very distracting few days but she figured a few hours of work wouldn’t hurt that much and she wasn't planning on spending that much time downstairs.

So she was trying to focus on working on her paperwork but was finding that concentrating was proving to be rather difficult so not much work was being done.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Across Town and Through Portalocity, Friday Morning

[bigdamnprincipal]

Early in the morning, the flowers that had been ordered through the Student Council were carefully delivered to their respective recipients.

Sorry for all the extra pollen. Not!

( Deliveries! )