Pixie Dust, Monday
Tink was in a particularly foul mood Monday afternoon when she zipped into her store.
So what if it was afternoon, and not morning. It was her store. She could open it when she liked, and if anyone had a problem with it, then they were less awesome than her and didn't deserve her beautiful shiny clothes that were far too bright right now, did the store really need all these lights on? Because light was so very un-chic and her eyes were pounding and really, with most of them off, the store had an aura of cool to it. Really.
Pixie Dust was open. Even if it was dark inside, and its proprietress was sleeping off a very unpleasant hangover.
So what if it was afternoon, and not morning. It was her store. She could open it when she liked, and if anyone had a problem with it, then they were less awesome than her and didn't deserve her beautiful shiny clothes that were far too bright right now, did the store really need all these lights on? Because light was so very un-chic and her eyes were pounding and really, with most of them off, the store had an aura of cool to it. Really.
Pixie Dust was open. Even if it was dark inside, and its proprietress was sleeping off a very unpleasant hangover.