Luke's Diner, January 12
Today was Friday. It was supposed to be theme day.
Yitzhak had totally forgotten about this, caught up as he was in staring expressionlessly-yet-raptly at the piece of paper he had in his hands. He couldn't stop staring at it, and he couldn't be bothered to let go of it, either.
It wasn't every day you won a designer shopping spree for winning a Barbra Streisand lookalike contest, after all.
Luke's is open, but Yitzhak probably doesn't even notice.
[OOC: Mod the NPC servers, please; my availability is essentially nil until Sunday night, now.]
Yitzhak had totally forgotten about this, caught up as he was in staring expressionlessly-yet-raptly at the piece of paper he had in his hands. He couldn't stop staring at it, and he couldn't be bothered to let go of it, either.
It wasn't every day you won a designer shopping spree for winning a Barbra Streisand lookalike contest, after all.
Luke's is open, but Yitzhak probably doesn't even notice.
[OOC: Mod the NPC servers, please; my availability is essentially nil until Sunday night, now.]