Neil was on hand to open the Nest tonight.

Andrew ran about the store lighting candles, setting interesting pots of various concoctions to boil, adding more fake cobwebs to the display racks, and, of course, setting out a large basket of assorted candies.

He unlocked the door and started up the mixed CD he had made for the day. It started off with Carl Orff's Carmina BuranaThe Magic Box ( Read more... )

Neil was in a bit of a pensive mood as he opened up the Nest tonight.

Sitting behind the bar, he doddled on his school books and occasionally looked up and out across the club obviously miles away.

Neil was in a distinctly pensive and slightly tense mood as he came in to open the Nest tonight.

Distractedly he nodded to Musubi, who took up her position behind the bar so that no customers would risk missing their drinks and then the demonness watched curiously as the young man fiddled about the Nest, cleaning in a preoccupied manner.

Neil was definitely on time this week and he was carrying a stack of camping magazines with him.

No reason.

Smiling to Musubi, he set the magazines behind the bar and then set about cleaning the place up. Not that it ever seemed to need it but Neil liked keeping it all neat and sparkly looking.

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor.  It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas.  Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some ( Read more... )

Neil was a bit late opening the Nest tonight but he was too preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming dance and of going with Andrew to be overly concerned.

Carrying a stack of magazines and a list, he settled in behind the bar, pausing only long enough to stare bemusedly at a paper napkin... duck turkey that happened to come out of it's hiding ( Read more... )

Neil was whistling as he came through the door and into the Nest. He had a couple books on camping tucked under his arm for later reading, as soon as he'd cleaned the place up ( Read more... )

Neil was sort of lost in thought as he headed into the Nest tonight. He'd been in a bit of a fog since this time last week, his thoughts tied up in Andrew.

Ahh ... teenagers.

Neil skittered into the Nest a little late this evening.

He had a good reason for being late. It had something to do with the happy smile on his face. It was always a good day when he spent time with Andrew.