Here It Goes Again
Who: Alfred and Thera
When: December 5th
Where: Deus Ex Machina
What: After a promise to Atthis to look into her girlfriend's suspicious activity, Alfred may just get in a bit over his head.
Alfred stood outside the shop awkwardly, bundled up in layers of sweaters and coats and a scarf, his motocycle helmet tucked under his arm. So this was where the woman supposedly more angry against men than Atthis worked. Atthis' girlfriend Thera. Who has been making mysterious phonecalls and visiting strange people which had Atthis all up in arms. Which wasn't cool because if Atthis wasn't chill, there was something wrong with the lunar alignment or something.
Carefully he stepped into the store, looking up as the little bell rang overhead. He took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose at the numerous smells accosting his nose. Lavender, potpourri and a bunch of smells that reminded him of Grandma Williams' place. Rubbing his arms a little, trying to rid himself of the cold, he started to pick through the store, occasionally stopping to pick at a basket filled with soap. This place was... surreal and made him a little uneasy. Like a predator's den all made up to smell nice to make the unsuspecting prey to feel calm.
He shook his head, laughing. What was he getting worked up about? This was just one girl, he could totally handle it.
Approaching the counter, he gently put the helmet down and grinned at the admittedly totally-hot woman behind the counter. This has got to be Thera, but he should double-check first. "Hey," he said, tone pleasant, watching her carefully, "I'm Alfred, Alfred F. Jones and I'm looking for Thera, are you her?"
When: December 5th
Where: Deus Ex Machina
What: After a promise to Atthis to look into her girlfriend's suspicious activity, Alfred may just get in a bit over his head.
Alfred stood outside the shop awkwardly, bundled up in layers of sweaters and coats and a scarf, his motocycle helmet tucked under his arm. So this was where the woman supposedly more angry against men than Atthis worked. Atthis' girlfriend Thera. Who has been making mysterious phonecalls and visiting strange people which had Atthis all up in arms. Which wasn't cool because if Atthis wasn't chill, there was something wrong with the lunar alignment or something.
Carefully he stepped into the store, looking up as the little bell rang overhead. He took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose at the numerous smells accosting his nose. Lavender, potpourri and a bunch of smells that reminded him of Grandma Williams' place. Rubbing his arms a little, trying to rid himself of the cold, he started to pick through the store, occasionally stopping to pick at a basket filled with soap. This place was... surreal and made him a little uneasy. Like a predator's den all made up to smell nice to make the unsuspecting prey to feel calm.
He shook his head, laughing. What was he getting worked up about? This was just one girl, he could totally handle it.
Approaching the counter, he gently put the helmet down and grinned at the admittedly totally-hot woman behind the counter. This has got to be Thera, but he should double-check first. "Hey," he said, tone pleasant, watching her carefully, "I'm Alfred, Alfred F. Jones and I'm looking for Thera, are you her?"