Pixie Dust, Small Friday Shift
All right, it was perhaps nearer to 2:30 when Tink arrived at Pixie Dust, but the rich girl from class was expecting that, right? Hungover pixies could never be anywhere on time. And there was shopping inside and lots and lots of shoes and Tink had needed to stop for a few drinks and then a couple more bottles and, well, let's just be happy she had made it here at all. Right?
But shopping! Shopping was totally worth opening an extra shift for. Because shopping was beautiful and pure and right and all that was good with the world.
Pixie Dust was open, for an abbreviated afternoon shift.
(OOC: she opened the store for Dōjima, but it's totally open for anybody who might drop in. At least, from 2:30 until 5 or so, when Tink is going to get bored and leave again.)
But shopping! Shopping was totally worth opening an extra shift for. Because shopping was beautiful and pure and right and all that was good with the world.
Pixie Dust was open, for an abbreviated afternoon shift.
(OOC: she opened the store for Dōjima, but it's totally open for anybody who might drop in. At least, from 2:30 until 5 or so, when Tink is going to get bored and leave again.)