Mary never should have agreed to run a promotional deal with Portalocity. When they sent over their first list of reservations for the weekend, it was no big deal. When a second list arrived 20 minutes later with more reservations, Mary found more rooms, although it took a little bit of effort. When the third list of reservations arrived, Mary ( Read more... )

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable ( Read more... )

After spending half the day trying to muddle through his online homework for French, Clark thought he deserved a nice break in the form of a soda and some zombie entertainment ( Read more... )

Clark wasn't exactly working at the bar so much as stopping by to see how his good friend Tino was. Maybe have a coke and see if he couldn't tune in some preseason football for his trouble.

It was good being in a town where he didn't get interrupted twice a quarter to rescue someone who'd been buried alive.

There was nothing special happening at the bar tonight. Tino was acting...well Clark didn't know if it was normal, but it wasn't anything that made Tino particularly noticeable or annoying. He wasn't even glaring at Clark or refusing to stand near him behind the bar.

Clearly they were going to be besties by summer's end.

It had been a long day of...really important stuff, whatever. And so Clark had come into work with the best intentions of being super awesome with Tino at his side ( Read more... )

When Clark arrived and greeted his co-bartender, Tino sloshed a half full blended drink and declared his end of the bar a frosty drink zone. After some staring and a rejected offer to help Tino with the umbrella stuck in his hair, Clark gave up and moved down to man the other end ( Read more... )

After a conversation with Kitty earlier in the week about summer and beaches and partying in general, she and Warren had both agreed that throwing one such party as soon as possible would be a great idea ( Read more... )

When Clark arrived at Caritas, Tino was whining about his bar towel being full of dog fur.

When Clark suggested a fresh towel, Tino shot him a glare, threw his towel down, and moved to the other end of the bar.

"What did I say?"

Caritas was open.

Clark bounced into work, on time as always. And still Tino didn't seem impressed.

Sadness.