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fandomtownies2020-01-29 09:49 am
betterthanaplan) wrote in fandomtownies2020-01-29 09:49 am
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The Perk, Wednesday afternoon
If Duke went back to his boat right now, he was just going to end up drinking again. Or possibly weighing anchor and disappearing for several days -- which, tempting as it was, he had plans with Rey at the end of the week which promised to be very distracting. So instead he headed to the Perk for a very large cup of coffee and maybe some food to stave off the hangover he could feel lurking in the edges of his head. And if he added a splash of hair of the dog to that coffee . . . well, that was no one's business but his own.
The staff thankfully decided not to antagonize him today. Possibly because he was still wearing a bit of the glare he'd used on the terror birds in class this morning. He tipped them well (no one was going to fucking starve on his account, dammit) and went to grab a seat in a corner, where he tried not to glare too hard at anyone else coming in.
Judging by the way most people seemed to be trying not to look directly at him, it didn't seem to be working.
[open, la!]
The staff thankfully decided not to antagonize him today. Possibly because he was still wearing a bit of the glare he'd used on the terror birds in class this morning. He tipped them well (no one was going to fucking starve on his account, dammit) and went to grab a seat in a corner, where he tried not to glare too hard at anyone else coming in.
Judging by the way most people seemed to be trying not to look directly at him, it didn't seem to be working.
[open, la!]