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Who: Chloe Finn Martel[Duban the Sage], Dawn Coyote[Jack], and OPEN[AKA INSERT YOUR AWESOME CHARACTER HERE!].
Where: The 5th Street Pink Pussy Cat Boutique, Brooklyn.
When: Thursday, Mid-afternoon ish. [After this]
What: That depends on who decides to grace the store with their presence!
Rating: Pending.
Who the hell screamed- or wrote rather- a statement like that and then left!? Why hadn't he said something in person? Why, what, who, when.. It was all that had been plaguing the woman since it'd happened. Hoping that March, which usually was her beacon of hope after a month of awkward phone conversations with family members, Valentine's Day, her birthday(which never went without that horrible remembrance of her mother, and the horribly sad phone call of her father who still thirty years later had not quite gotten past the hurdle of his wife's death) and the inevitable tax season; would be better. It wasn't, it was by all means far worse for the past week that had played out between she and Les, and it was slowly wearing her down.
Down enough that she had decided to run(Blow Up Barbie in tow) as opposed to have to face him and the inevitable screaming match that would ensue when they finally did meet up.
To add to the annoyance, Chloe really hated the Brooklyn store, the employees were just the obnoxious "alternative" types one would expect to find in a porn shop that seemed to know far more about the products than she had ever hoped too. They were a bit too helpful to the customers, and what was one further the main girl that worked morning shifts smelled horrendously of patchouli.
Because Chloe didn't necessarily run the ship on a permanent basis, and these were not her own lovable minions, she had taken to simply providing managerial duties without playing the Captain. That included allowing the employees to choose the music; because who the hell was she to impose her will on them, other than a pathetic refugee from her own shop?
It was as soon as Rayven(what a god awful name) left, that Chloe was up leaving The Elegant Universe sprawled on the counter in order to pepper the air with the deodorizing spray. Only to find it missing from its original spot. "RAY!" She found herself calling over The Zombies that played over the speakers, to the kid in the back that was restocking shoes, "Where is the air freshener kept in here!?"