Dec 30, 2007 01:58
It's half ten in the morning, and Manny, dressed in shorts, sandals, and a brighter-than-humanly-necessary Hawaiian shirt, shuffles downstairs to make breakfast. After putting the kettle on, he picks his way past a general assortment of clutter and rubbish and slips through the pair of curtains in the doorway that led to the bookshop--
--and he suddenly finds himself in a pub.
He whirls around on his heels, hair flowing wildly about his head.
...Wait. Where's the shop?!
More whirling around, more hair flowing wildly about.
...Wait. Where's Bernard?!
Ooh, couch! There's a couch! Couches and Bernard usually go together!
Manny heads straight for it, hoping to find Bernard sleeping there...
manny bianco,
bernard black