fandomtownies | The Perk, Friday Evening

So, apparently the mirrored sunglasses thing actually did work. Nikolai had decided that morning, after waking up half-starved and almost making some guy at the hotel pass out over his breakfast, that giving them a try probably couldn't hurt anything. In Nick's own defense, he couldn't be held accountable for any fuckups made before coffee, and the guy had been left mostly just woozy. It was good to know he could look at people without leaving them comatose on the floor, at least, but that knowledge alone wasn't going to get him through his first day of work tomorrow.

Ever try finding a convenience store in an unfamiliar town while walking around with your head down and one hand up to shield your eyes? By the time Nikolai actually found one halfway across the damn island, it was actually down a street he'd walked down three times, and he nearly dropped the store clerk just asking where the sunglasses stand was located. By the time he'd found himself a pair of mirrored shades that he didn't hate, spent fifteen of the twenty dollars left in his pocket, and left the store, he'd been surprised that the guy still had a 'Thank you, come again,' left in him.

Now Nikolai was putting his new shades to the test. He couldn't afford a real drink, otherwise he would have headed to the bar, but he did have enough in his pocket for a coffee this evening, and, as he sat down in a window seat with the cheapest drink on the menu board in hand, he was going to consider it a small victory that he didn't nearly kill the barrista in the process of ordering it.

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