Quiet Night? - OTA
It was a Sin Saturday this weekend, despite Hidden Franks turn getting the shaft due to monsters and chaos - there was a scheduled to adhere to. Which was why, in all his sexed up, 'Prince of Debauchery,' getup Draco was prepping the place for the evening quickly coming. More specifically, there was an attractive blond much too over-dressed to be magicking away snow from the Sin's porch, and casting no slip charms on the steps. A manager's job was never done, and he was too OCD to let anyone else take care of it - or rather that was a convenient excuse when one wanted some time out in the air.
The revitilization he had felt last weekend had faded, and while his life wasn't exactly boring there wasn't likely to be anything but the usual mundane things to oversee for a while. He knew that was an extremely unusual and worrisome viewpoint to have - maybe he was slipping off the deep end again? - but there didn't seem to be an obvious plan of action to take. Draco sighed and watched his breath freeze on the air. No use worrying about something he didn't feel like being worried over. The wizard adjusted the welcome sign on the door and thought instead about what the bloody hell he was going to name his horse.
The revitilization he had felt last weekend had faded, and while his life wasn't exactly boring there wasn't likely to be anything but the usual mundane things to oversee for a while. He knew that was an extremely unusual and worrisome viewpoint to have - maybe he was slipping off the deep end again? - but there didn't seem to be an obvious plan of action to take. Draco sighed and watched his breath freeze on the air. No use worrying about something he didn't feel like being worried over. The wizard adjusted the welcome sign on the door and thought instead about what the bloody hell he was going to name his horse.