Event
Pharaun slumped in a chair, in a booth. When he'd first found himself in here, he had investigated thoroughly, but there appeared to be no doors anywhere, and something prevented him from climbing out over the counter. And as usual any teleportation magic he tried failed utterly. He had, however (with the help of a conveniently-placed mirror) established that the sign on the front read "htooB gnissiK."
He considered that this was probably meant to be "Kissing Booth," but it read the right way around in the mirror. Possibly the sign was on backward.
It wasn't that he objected to the idea as such, but he didn't like being trapped. And also he was getting rather bored waiting for a, ah, customer to show up.
He considered that this was probably meant to be "Kissing Booth," but it read the right way around in the mirror. Possibly the sign was on backward.
It wasn't that he objected to the idea as such, but he didn't like being trapped. And also he was getting rather bored waiting for a, ah, customer to show up.