Romeo didn't feel like being at work today, both because he had all of Greece to explore and because he was
still furious from the way the blond girl had talked to him at the picnic the day before. He wasn't some perverse sort, getting married had been her idea ...
He was not so much unpacking a shipment of bathing suits as slamming them onto the racks.
Pixie Dust was open, but you might not want to go in.
[OOC: I have no idea if I'll have regular Internet access at work today. If I do, I'll remove this note. If I don't, SP until after 7 EST.]