Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Did anyone need shower and bath shit? Well, they were in luck, since at the counter just sat a little basket with a note threatening magical murder on anyone who tried to skip out without leaving enough money on the counter. You didn't need to deal with Margo at all if you didn't want to!

If you wanted Margo, well, she was in the back office. On the phone.

Swearing up a blue streak.

All day long.

[[ my mood, guys. open, if you dare ]]