Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/10].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

For the most part, Tisarwat was having a very nice and proper day at the shop. Once she'd taken care of some business and processed some orders, she settled in behind the counter with some nice tea, the book of poetry Lucille had lent her, and some very sweeping classical music that helped settle a very elegant atmosphere over the place, one that almost inspired her to start scribbling down some poetry of her own again.

Mostly.

It was mostly like this, all elegant and classy and very nice, except for the occasional random bouts where the stereo seemed to skip a little and do its own thing, replacing the soothing symphonies and conceros with either screaming heavy metal or chaotic, swirling, discordant experimental jazz without warning, which was a little...jarring to say the least.

The amount of spilled tea it was causing was almost criminal. Was it really too much to just ask for one solid day of calm, refined elegance? At this rate, it was going to turn into frustrated, surrendering drinking instead...

Groovy Tunes is open!