Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[myownface]

It wasn't that Sparkle was avoiding life, at this point. Sure, last week, you probably could have accused him of that. After all, he'd run off to Nar Shaddaa with Atton, had spent a week getting messed up on Juma Juice and had somehow managed to stow away on a transport to Ord Mantell with a half-dressed alien dancer on either arm. That, if he was called on it, and probably pushed about it, he might even cop to as being a good touch of running away.

This week? He was totally not running. Hell, he was kind of feeling better about things, even. So what if he'd brought Velcro with him to Dite's to keep him company?

And so what if he'd placed the kitten on top of the giant metal rooster and was now snickering to himself about how Velcro was totally riding it bareback? Sometimes, horrible dirty puns were an excellent way to pass the time, thank you, and if anyone had a problem with it... well... Screw 'em.

If anyone needed Sparkle, he was going to pass the time by throwing a ball-gag around for his cat to chase. No, he probably wasn't going to put that one back on the shelf when he was done. Probably.

[Open, and OCD-free!]