Of course a weird day would happen when Derek had to bartend. Of course. But into work he went this evening, glaring at Tiny on his way in.

Not because Tiny said anything, but just on principle.

"I like this island," he grumbled sullenly once he was alone. Worst. Night. Ever.

[OCD free!]

It wasn't that Eliot hadn't listened to the radio as usual, this morning. It was just that he didn't really buy it.

"I mean, come on," he told the kitchen staff. "I've trained under the greatest grifter in the world. Plus, you know, there's the whole professional criminal thing. I can lie like breathing. It's literally what I do, when I'm not ( Read more... )

It was probably a good thing that Kira didn't have any classes today, because she wouldn't have been able to make it through them. She hadn't been able to sleep for days, and when she did sleep, she had nightmares about drowning and being trapped in a deep, freezing dark. She was starting to see things that she knew couldn't really be there, and ( Read more... )

Peter found he liked this whole bar tending job of Derek's better than the teaching. Not enough to do it more than once, mind. But still better than teaching with that sniveling little peon that picked a pony to possess ( Read more... )

Having switched his day at work, Derek was feeling a little... off. Nothing he could put his finger on, but it was still a lingering feeling ( Read more... )

It was a rainy gray day, which always made Jack slightly homesick for England. It was perverse,that he missed the bad weather, but Jack had learned to accept it.

The feeling inspired him to research tea-based cocktails. Earl Grey, gin and lavender didn't sound half-bad ...

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

Posters went up all over town. Without glitter or exclamation points, so it was clear that Derek did them without help this time.

Halloween Party
stop calling it creepy Mansion on Phoenix Way ( Read more... )

Someone had listened to the radio. And someone was quite happy that her students had actually taken it upon themselves to go look things up ( Read more... )

Derek got in a little ha! earlier than normal to the bar to get some things set up for the party apparently planned there.

Which basically meant a few tables and chairs were moved.

He wasn't Pinkie, okay? Be very glad for that. No one needed that much glitter in The Devil's Nest.

It was the start of a new school semester for Jack, which meant all of his time that didn't go to bar management was occupied with the business of being educated. There were mailing lists to sign up for, textbooks to order, a senior thesis to start jotting down thoughts about so he didn't walk into the thesis seminar blind ( Read more... )