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fandomtownies2013-03-09 10:40 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2013-03-09 10:40 am
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The Boards, Saturday
The state of affairs at the Boards this morning was a bit of a mess.
No, that was an understatement. There was a heap of waffles in the lobby that Jono had more or less snow-shoveled off the stage, drunkenly, at about four that morning. Next to the heap, a very satisfied-looking gremlin was dozing, dreaming for reasons known only to gremlins about combining the flavours of chicken and waffles, possibly in potato chip format. There were a few empty bottles strewn about, and then there was another pile, this one consisting of costumes drenched with syrup that Jono needed to go through later to see if any of them could possibly be salvaged.
Jonothon himself hadn't actually made it up to his apartment last night. He was in his office, with everything from his desk shoved unceremoniously to the floor (computer-turned-paperweight included), passed out face-first right there on top of it.
There might have been drooling.
There was definitely going to be a hangover.
He'd worry about all of those things when he bloody well felt like it, thank you.
[Open and flying without OCD, as usual!]
No, that was an understatement. There was a heap of waffles in the lobby that Jono had more or less snow-shoveled off the stage, drunkenly, at about four that morning. Next to the heap, a very satisfied-looking gremlin was dozing, dreaming for reasons known only to gremlins about combining the flavours of chicken and waffles, possibly in potato chip format. There were a few empty bottles strewn about, and then there was another pile, this one consisting of costumes drenched with syrup that Jono needed to go through later to see if any of them could possibly be salvaged.
Jonothon himself hadn't actually made it up to his apartment last night. He was in his office, with everything from his desk shoved unceremoniously to the floor (computer-turned-paperweight included), passed out face-first right there on top of it.
There might have been drooling.
There was definitely going to be a hangover.
He'd worry about all of those things when he bloody well felt like it, thank you.
[Open and flying without OCD, as usual!]
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Could've been worse, too. Somehow.
- N
And then she let herself out again, although not before taking a very brief moment to at least collect all the empty bottles into a trash bag.
There, good deed of the day done.