fandomtownies | Demon Marcus, Sunday

Sparkle had been up late last night cleaning up after the Pride Party at Dite's. And that wasn't a big deal, really. Up late? Yeah, like he'd never been up all night socializing before.

Except today was just one of those Sundays. He hadn't even seen it coming, really, but there it was. A lazy Sunday, just wrapping its sensuous Sunday arms around him and trying to lull him into a false sense of security or something. Tricksy Sunday.

If anyone needed any help with clothes today, they could always poke him a few times, sure. But until that point, Sparkle was sitting behind the counter at Demon Marcus with a shirt draped over his head to block out the light, napping. Because Sunday, that's why.

[Open, but OCD-freeeee.]