Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was in a great mood today as he put new stock out on the racks at the Demon Marcus.

Why was Sparkle in a great mood?

He wasn't telling.

... Unless you were here for gossip and not clothes, anyway.

Demon Marcus was open, and yes, Sparkle was singing Cabaret while he worked again.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

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[smilestopscars]

Ezra wasn't here for gossip or clothes. Although on second thought, he probably wouldn't exactly have minded either.

Anyway, he showed up pretty late in the day. "Well, fancy meeting you here."

[myownface]

"Right?" Sparkle shot Ezra a grin and set down the autumn scarves he was shelving in order to give Ezra a little wave. "It must be fate or something. Serendipity."

Or they'd made arrangements last night. It could also be that, maybe.

[smilestopscars]

Maaaaybe.

Ezra waved back as he made his way further into the store. "I am generally not a fatalistic person," he mused, "but on this occasion I will make an exception. Because fate is in my favor here, clearly."

[myownface]

"See, fate is great when it works out for the best. Otherwise it can go screw itself," Sparkle laughed, shoving the rest of his stock to the side - his shift was nearly over anyway - and making his way toward Ezra. "And how are you doing today, hm?"

[smilestopscars]

"Oh, I am terrific." He had vague evening plans with a hot guy. This was a pretty easy answer to give. "Intrigued about what the evening will hold, that sort of thing."

[myownface]

Wasn't 'vague evening plans' a great starting point, though?

"I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something fun," Sparkle decided, grinning. "Have you eaten? I still need to do that, but we can get something that's easy to share and make ourselves comfortable somewhere or something..."

He really hadn't given this much thought beyond, 'Hiiii, Ezra.'

[smilestopscars]

That was about the level of thinking Ezra himself had devoted to this thing beforehand as well. It was a good amount.

He shrugged. "I can always eat more." There was something of innuendo in that, although it was also 100% true. Supernatural metabolism. He could eat a ton. "I also like being comfortable. A lot."

There was definitely innuendo there. Vague and largely in his mischievous tone, but still.

[ooc: Aaand I was a disaster with my pinging yesterday due to brain. Apologies!]

[myownface]

"Well," Sparkle mused, grinning a mischievous grin to match Ezra's tone, "maybe we should pick up some kind of finger food, then. I mean, for comfort's sake and all."

And not at all for the sake of, oh, maybe feeding one another or sucking on each others' fingers or anything. Honest and true.

[OOC: No worries! I soooo understand brain making pinging hard.]

[smilestopscars]

Totally not. That was absolutely not where Ezra's mind went immediately. Not at all.

Ignore the smirk that suggested otherwise. "Fingers and things that go in mouths sounds like a great combination." Ignore that too. You know, the fact that he actually went there in spoken words. "I'm sold on this idea already."