The Coven, Monday
Still somewhat preoccupied with Saturday night's dinner disaster, Sam spent most of his shift today behind the bar, rearranging the liquor and giving each bottle lingering, longing looks.
Not that he'd be drinking -- Phoebe'd give him the wibble face if he did, and he wasn't about to subject himself to that.
So along with the longing looks, there was a lot of gusty sighing when no one was looking.
[OOC: OCD-freeness, you can has it. Today was gah.]
Not that he'd be drinking -- Phoebe'd give him the wibble face if he did, and he wasn't about to subject himself to that.
So along with the longing looks, there was a lot of gusty sighing when no one was looking.
[OOC: OCD-freeness, you can has it. Today was gah.]