Demon Marcus, Sunday
"Hnnnnnnnnggghhhhh."
So, there had been a lot of drinking last night. Yes, it had involved bendy straws, but it had also involved hard liquor, and Skywalker in his living room, and that just meant more hard liquor, really.
So, while Sparkle should have been hard at work today at the clothing store, mostly Sparkle was just sitting in the darkest corner of it that he could find, trying to keep his brain from crawling out through his ears.
"Fucking Skywalker."
This one wasn't on Anakin, Sparkle.
[OOC: Open, OCD-Free, actual headache territory over here, so pings might be slow for a bit.]
So, there had been a lot of drinking last night. Yes, it had involved bendy straws, but it had also involved hard liquor, and Skywalker in his living room, and that just meant more hard liquor, really.
So, while Sparkle should have been hard at work today at the clothing store, mostly Sparkle was just sitting in the darkest corner of it that he could find, trying to keep his brain from crawling out through his ears.
"Fucking Skywalker."
This one wasn't on Anakin, Sparkle.
[OOC: Open, OCD-Free, actual headache territory over here, so pings might be slow for a bit.]