The Perk, Monday Evening

[advanceapology]

The semester was almost over, and Dean found himself wanting a place to just sit back and relax while he contemplated his plans for the summer. Well. Idly contemplated, anyhow. And for a certain measure of 'relax,' really. He should have been contemplating, except he was all too easily distracted by a mainland newspaper he'd picked up, followed by the twitchy urge to doodle on a napkin, some scattershot conversation with the baristas, and those fleeting thoughts that came best when accompanied by one's fifth shot of espresso.

"You know what this place needs? Poetry readings. I'm just sayin', guys."

No, Dean. No, it didn't.

[Open Perk is open!]