fandomtownies | Atlas Gym, Monday (12/31)

The fact that it was New Year's Eve meant little if anything to Beau, who had yet to really wrap her head around this weird-ass world's calendar with twelve months in it in the first place. It was the first day of the week (and "Monday" was still a stupid name for it), she had to be at work, that was more or less the extent of her chronological awareness today.

Or maybe that was the hangover.

Nah, it was only partly the hangover -- which was not helped at all by the occasional bursts of confetti that showered down on her like they'd been shot out of invisible party poppers.

"Gonna be one of those kinds of days, huh?" Beau grumbled, swatting away another cluster of tiny streamers. "Yeah. Thought so."

At least she still had a bunch of pocket bacon she could snack on all throughout her shift. In fact, she was getting started on that right now.

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