25 Unicorn Street, Tuesday Evening
After yet another Girls With Guns club meeting, which, as usual, ended with Algren being quite proud of the students for not managing to blow messy holes in themselves, he'd headed directly home.
It was the last week of classes before the next term, which seemed a rather novel concept, and he had things to do. Things including but not limited to working on a course outline for the summer months, and gathering up certain garments that he'd sworn up and down never to wear again with the express purpose of giving them away. Daisy could keep the poodle skirt.
Really.
Of course, all of this required a bit of a detour, first. To the kitchen, where there was coffee.
One could never underestimate the productive powers of coffee. Especially since he was fully planning on spicing it up with a little alcohol soon enough.
[Open, of course, to any housemates or possible visitors!]
It was the last week of classes before the next term, which seemed a rather novel concept, and he had things to do. Things including but not limited to working on a course outline for the summer months, and gathering up certain garments that he'd sworn up and down never to wear again with the express purpose of giving them away. Daisy could keep the poodle skirt.
Really.
Of course, all of this required a bit of a detour, first. To the kitchen, where there was coffee.
One could never underestimate the productive powers of coffee. Especially since he was fully planning on spicing it up with a little alcohol soon enough.
[Open, of course, to any housemates or possible visitors!]