Jeff, God of Biscuits, the Wee Hours of Sunday Morning

[hasadestiny]

Lex had just gotten off of a triple-shift at the Devil's Nest, and was walking home, feeling dirty and used when the display window of J,GoB caught his eye.

Cupcakes, as far as the eye could see. Dozens of them. All kinds. Chocolate mud, vanilla sponge, red velvet, covered in buttercream frosting, running icings, fondants, and a veritable rainbow of sprinkles.

It was everything Lex had ever wanted. Everything he'd ever needed. He couldn't resist. Checking to make sure no one was looking, he jimmied the door, found four boxes and filled them with cakes, ten to a box.

He took forty cakes.

And that's terrible.

[Sorry, not sorry. Open for reactions.]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Lex," Rilla wailed. "Not the cupcakes! Everyone knows they are a gateway drug to sushi!"

[amthenight.livejournal.com]

Batman got a call early in the morning to come down and see what happened.

"I shut down the caffeine shipments and what happens? Somebody steals a mess of cupcakes," he said, pounding his fist against the wall. "Between this and the stalkers and the mobs and the rumors of new more exotic coffees, this goddamned town is on a goddamned bus to Hell and the brakes have been cut."

He reached up to stroke his mustache to comfort himself.... And that's when he realized something.