It was time for another of those dances! Dances were wonderful because everyone dressed very, very pretty, and most of the stupid teenagers bathed and were not half so stinky as they usual were. How wonderful!
So Tink showed up extra-early on Monday, not nearly so hung over as she might have been, and put all of the
fancy,
pretty formal dresses right up front.
Handsome tuxes and suits.
And of course,
shoes.
She placed that old sign in the window, the one which read:
ASSISTANCE WANTED
Employees Receive Employee Discount
And hoped very much that she could hire someone who could start this week, since formal events always created such a crush.
(Recycled OOC note! One: Tink is a complete bitch, and will probably mock your character in a horribly cruel fashion, because ... it's Tink. Two: Pixie Dust is hiring, but she's weird and highly fussy, and only inclined to hire those who are very chic or very bitchy, preferably both. And three: if you ever need someone to talk your character into something he or she would not ordinarily wear, but would be fabulous on them, let me know, Tink can be helpful like that. (As can the rest of Pixie Dust's helpful staff.))