Setsuna came in that morning for her last shift, writing out a nice note of apology for Moist because she was barely giving him the usual two weeks notice. And the settled in for what would be a usually quiet afternoon, her suitcase and Yuunagi at her feet, ready to leave for the airport as soon as her shift finished ( Read more... )

Setsuna found it difficult to wrap her mind around the fact that this might be her last time, ever, bartending. It seemed like some great intangible thing, and, really, perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps she might. It was unlikely that she would ever have a need to find a more...citizen job again, but there was comfort in the knowledge that she could ( Read more... )

Besides serving the drinks, which she didn't mind and would actually miss a lot, not much work could be expected from Setsuna tonight. She didn't mean to appear lazy or uninspired, really, but she was too busy brooding thinking to really get the urge to do much here. She felt it would be pointless. After all, she'd handwavily made the call to ( Read more... )

A very significant part of Setsuna woke up that morning not ever wanting to leave her room. Most of it had to do with the realization and horror at what she'd done that weekend, but a still significant part of it was from sheer physical inability. It was the waking up with a sudden inability to move without pain that made it click in Setsuna's ( Read more... )

Setsuna found herself distracted again as she settled in to start her work behind the bar. She couldn't quite explain it, but she felt restless. She felt a bit like something was going to happen, and she hated that feeling. Hopefully, a little bit of work would get her mind off that feeling of impending doom. It really put a damper on a girl's ( Read more... )

Kabuto was feeling his OCD tonight. He cleaned the entire establishment from top to bottom, taking out some of his nagging frustrations by making things neat and orderly. It helped, actually.

His main task completed, he moved behind the bar to clean glasses that might, possibly, have invisible specs of dust on them.

Today's boredom at her post office shift had Setsuna discovering something very important. Not Tiddles hated paper magic birds. Especially when Setsuna could have them take dives at the cat of evil from high above and when Setsuna made them out of junk mailers that went to people addressed as Current Resident and Mailbox OwnerThe Post Office is ( Read more... )

Setsuna was a little bit calmer tonight. A little bit. A handwavey all-day call back home to Ojou-sama did wonders...until Elder Konoe would get the cell phone bill, at any rate.

Any particularly colourful or girly drinks were on special tonight, as a nod to the...assumed success of the girlkissy rebellion that she'd missed last night. Not that ( Read more... )

Elbows on the bar, chin in hands, Setsuna leaned forward and frowned out at the club. Her fingers tapped a little against her cheeks, dashed with pink. If anyone asked, she would deny left and right that she was moping thinking about what she was missing tonight. Really, though, she was thinking about why she was thinking about it so much. Not ( Read more... )

Setsuna had a little bit of foresight today; she'd brought along with her a nice plate of sushi (yes, sushi, shut up) for Not Tiddles as a sort of peace offering, and explained to the feline from hell that it could have all the sushi to itself if it agreed to be good and nice and not scratch at her calves today because these were new socks and she' ( Read more... )