Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

Sure, it had been a weird few days that had rounded out last week, but Faye was almost blasé about weirdness now. She'd gotten into the habit of sort of taking stock of what was different -- her hair was back to chin length and she no longer cared about the Beatles, as far as notable changes went -- and then getting back to her usual routine.

And today, as she took her spot and flung her feet up on the counter, she frowned a little at the very idea that she had a routine. She was spontaneous. She was a free spirit.

She was definitely not the kind of person to, like, have a steady job, or a steady apartment, or a steady...alien.

Except how she was.

Wellspring Arms was open and weirdly pensive.

[ooooooooooopen!]