Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian knew that he couldn't put it off for much longer, he was going to have to make a trip to the Anchor Market. Which he was most emphatically not looking forward to. So, in order to keep his mind off that, he was giving Pick Your Poison a good, thorough scouring. Under the units. Behind the shelves. In the corners--of the ceiling.

Maybe he'd be a little more Zen after this.

...Probably not, but hey, at least the shop would be sparkling.

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[joan_of_bark]

"..."

Pam came down the stairs with her coffee not too long into the morning, but still long enough to stare.

"Those better not be chemical cleaning products."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian just glared at Pam from over his shoulder. "Yes," he deadpanned. "They absolutely are. I've forgotten everything I know about you as a person and deliberately went out and bought chemical cleaning products, Pam. Brilliant deduction."

[joan_of_bark]

"Just checking," said an unmoved Pam, though her eyebrows slid up. "You're punchy this morning."

[witchoftheflesh]

"Really looking forward to see how you'd react if I decided to 'just check' on your ability to take care of plants," Adrian shot back.

[joan_of_bark]

And creeping a little further up towards her hairline. "I'll go make more coffee."

[witchoftheflesh]

"And I'll just stay here, cleaning with my non-chemical cleaning products," Adrian groused.

And then dragged his hand over his face. Get it together, Blackwood. You couldn't snap at your boss like that--and, more importantly, you shouldn't snap at your friend.

[joan_of_bark]

And Pam retreated to the kitchen to put on another pot of coffee.

Adrian seemed... off. She was vaguely wondering if she should offer him some kind of narcotic to relax, or if he'd take that as an insult, too.

[witchoftheflesh]

Well, at least offering him a narcotic wasn't insulting his competence or common sense.

Meanwhile, Adrian was just going to continue wiping down the shelves, possibly giving himself a pep talk under his breath.

NFB

[joan_of_bark]

Eventually, Pam showed back up in the doorway. "Do you want something stronger in your coffee than just coffee?" she asked, shooing some squirrels away.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had gotten back this morning and while she wasn't in a mood, her mood was heavier than she'd like. Distracting herself by seeing Summer tonight wasn't an option (another thing she didn't love), so she decided to pop in here.

"Are you too busy?" she checked when she saw what was going on.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Well, I'm certainly not having fun," Adrian sighed. "What's up, Rey?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Just came to visit," she said slowly. "You okay?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"I've got to do something I really am not looking forward to, and it's making me--" Another sigh. "And I'm acting like a jerk about it," he amended. "Sorry. How're you?"

[thatwaslucky]

"You're fine. I just got back from something I wasn't looking forward to," she said wryly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"I'll trade you talk for talk?" Adrian suggested. "Since it sounds like you didn't have a great time recently either."

[thatwaslucky]

"Sure," she nodded. "You can go first, since it's actively bothering you."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian shot Rey a sour look for that, but he couldn't actually argue the point, since she was entirely correct.

"I've gotta go to Baltimore's Anchor Market," he announced, the same way somebody else would say they had to go to a courthouse for a hearing.

[mustbeawitch]

It was a very wet and bedraggled Lydia who wandered into Pick Your Poison. "Mr. Blackwood, good...I suppose it is afternoon by now?" Surely it could not still be morning.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Good aft--Great Forest, what happened to you?" Adrian asked, jumping up in surprise. "Let me fetch you a towel or something."

[mustbeawitch]

"Dean Skywalker's Wednesday...activity," Lydia complained. "I thought I was being so very clever avoiding the park. I didn't know he wasn't in the park. It's most inconsiderate of him," she complained.

Ah, yes, consideration, that quality so well associated with Anakin's Wednesday nonsense.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Wait, does that mean you were on the beach?" Adrian asked. "I thought you and sea water...?"

[mustbeawitch]

"Captain Flint had to fish me out of the water," Lydia told him morosely. She did not mention at this time that Captain Flint had also been the one to launch her into the water at this juncture, possibly because she still rather liked Captain Flint. "I almost swallowed some of it." She didn't want to be drunk on seawater in the middle of the day, Adrian! Surely you understood, right?

[witchoftheflesh]

Well...not entirely. As seawater was just seawater for him. And also because Pam's offer of intoxicants had been really hard to turn down. But he could understand Lydia's reticence!

...Still not including that whole seawater-gets-you-drunk thing. It really made no sense.

"I can imagine how uncomfortable this all must be for you," he said. "Let me bring you a chair to sit on while I go grab you a towel or something. And tea? Should I put some water on for tea?"

[mustbeawitch]

"Oh, I should love a cup of tea," Lydia said, because English. "It was quite dreadful, but did you know they've these vests that keep you from drowning now? They're most clever. I wonder what's in them." More plastics. The answer was always more plastics.

She should probably apologize for pulling him away from his work, but, well, he had been cleaning.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Here," he said, carrying over a chair from behind the counter. "Sit, and I'll be right back. But you're definitely unharmed, Miss Bennett? Just...annoyed and inconvenienced?"

Same, girl. Same.