Friday, January 18th, 2013

Surf's Up [1/18]

Friday, January 18th, 2013 09:16 am
[identity profile] tasenburn.livejournal.com
Elle was being thinky again, which meany she was doing everything in her power to distract herself from said thinky thoughts. Which probably explained the way every window display had been changed and same for half the displays in the store proper.

She was a master of denial, she really was.

Now, if only she could figure out that one last display and what it should be, she'd be a happy camper.
[identity profile] bigbrothersean.livejournal.com
Sean was pacing around the store as he spoke on the phone. It was a call he'd rather not be making, given that it was to his mother.

"Yes, mother, everything's fine," he said with as much patience as he could muster. "Yes, I'm still married. No, I'm not divorcing her. Yes, I still have the store. No, I'm not going to close it up any time soon. Did I miss anything? No? Good."

And then he hung up. God, he hated his family.

He dropped down onto a stool behind a counter and prayed the rest of his day was less of a pain in the ass.
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Alec had a date tonight -- either his second-ever or his first; he wasn't sure how he should count the last one, exactly -- so naturally, he was spending today stress-polishing all the equipment cases and cleaning up the meditation room approximately ninety times. That was totally a way to deal with anxiety, don't even.

If anyone shocked the world by coming in to meditate, they would find pillows that had been fluffed almost to the point of being aggressive about it. You're welcome, potential meditators.
[identity profile] allie-vamp.livejournal.com
Fortunately Allie had made it back from her small road trip with Jack to check out his world. Which meant she was there to open the Devil's Nest on time.

The gremlin was still in the DJ booth, Tiny was behind the bar, and Allie had her nose in her phone using the Kindle app to read Othello. She was glad it had been thoroughly discussed in class last night, otherwise she might have had a problem with the elaborate language.
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Okay, Mike's week had been all Ikea and house stuff, and he was pretty glad to be at work. Making things all the better, Tino wasn't even there to glare at him for crazy reasons. The zombies were playing classic rock and even without drums (Mike sure as hell wasn't going to be strapping any arms back on to anyone) it was still pretty great.

He put his message of the night on the specials board, then got to making sure everything was fully stocked.

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