(no subject)
You know, it's just another day at the bar, where you work, you walk in, you're ready to start cleaning up the counter and stocking up the liquor and cutting fruit when you realized that this is NOT your workplace. Rather, it's the interdimensional BAR that you like to grab a pint at when you're not at work.
And it's Mardi Gras.
"Sonnuva...!"
So it shouldn't really surprise 'Beauford', a blonde man walking in, that much when upon stepping through the threshold, he's about 6 inches shorter, female, and in a black cocktail dress, jacket, and heels.
"...Tobin's sainted balls, seriously?"
And it's Mardi Gras.
"Sonnuva...!"
So it shouldn't really surprise 'Beauford', a blonde man walking in, that much when upon stepping through the threshold, he's about 6 inches shorter, female, and in a black cocktail dress, jacket, and heels.
"...Tobin's sainted balls, seriously?"