There was a shipment of 'Hallowine' behind the bar when Derek arrived. No, he didn't know what that was. And no, he didn't really want to know either ( Read more... )

Derek's office at MCA was the new location of his illicit wedding magazines. For a wedding that wouldn't happen for three more years time, but still. It paid to plan ahead ( Read more... )

Derek was reading a magazine at the bar tonight. Because why work when you could be paid to frown at articles in this month's issue of The Knot ( Read more... )

There was a sign up at the bar tonight that proclaimed it ladies night. Which probably wasn't as much of a lure on this island as others, but it was still up ( Read more... )

There was a small chance of rain on the island today, but as the weather was still warm enough, that had not stopped the school administration for having the customary brunch outdoors in the park. It just meant some more canopies had been set out, to protect both the alumni as well as all the food and drink on offer from any possible rain ( Read more... )

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements ( Read more... )

For some reason, the bar had received a shipment of prune juice. No, Derek didn't know why. He really doubted Jack would have ordered it too. He was starting to wonder why he came back to the island when he had to deal with this crap. He could be awkwardly making small talk with Sheriff Stilinski, but nooooo ( Read more... )

The DJ wasn't playing The Macarena, but he seemed to be stuck on music with Spanish in it. This somehow translated to a ton of Pitbull. Because he thought this was Miami or something. Or a Moderately Paced and Mildly Irate movie ( Read more... )

From what he'd seen so far, this place was even smaller than Lobo's Nod and Jasper hadn't thought that was possible. Lobo's Nod was a tiny place, a one stop light town where the post office was in spitting distance of the doctor's office. This place seemed even smaller. The only good thing was that no one seemed to recognize him. Sure, he hadn' ( Read more... )

Derek was running into some trouble with Tiny this evening.

"Yes, I'm certain that I work here."

Really annoying trouble.

"No, I'm not showing you my I.D."

It was like he didn't even know Derek for some completely mysterious reason.