Tink was having far too much fun at that bar-place with all of the absences lately. She even managed a happy, cheery wave to Tino -- who did not look thrilled to see her! The nerve! -- before plopping herself behind the bar and looking around excitedly for customers.

After all, who else was she supposed to abuse?

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Tink had had so much fun on Monday that she just had to zip down to Caritas again and see if she could do it all over again.

No bartender, just that grumpy-looking Tino fellow. She would pose for him! Wouldn't it make his evening to know he had such a lovely co-worker?

... Not that Tink had any intention of working.

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Tink had had to pretend to teach today, and those days were always tiring. Molding young minds was exhausting, especially when one discovered one was completely out of absinthe ( Read more... )

Tink was out of absinthe! This was a travesty! A tragedy! A tra-something-else-y!

Luckily, Tink knew where she had more.

Hey, while she was at it, she'd open the store for the day. It might be amusing.

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It was Monday, and they were somewhere warm! And Tink zipped into her store to discover ... discover ...

that all of the undergarments were missing.

When Tink found whoever had been brainless enough to shoplift from her store, there would be Hell to Pay.

So there were two new signs in the window, one that said:

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It was nearly prom! Which meant formalwear! Tink loved formalwear. People looked ever so pretty in formalwear, and most of them even bathed themselves.

There were racks and racks filled with dresses, and a good selection of tuxes and suits as well.

Let's not forget shoes.

Pixie Dust was open.

Let it never be said that Ms. Tinker Bell did not know an opportunity when one presented itself.

There was now a huge sign in the window:

MEN'S CLOTHES 20% OFF
EMBRACE THE NEW YOU!
FIND SOMETHING STYLISH THAT FITS!

Beneath which was a much prettier scrawl:

Flash Me And Die!

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Chad leaned (carefully) on the counter, with a pile of pop CDs at one elbow, a pack of cards at the other, and a row of kittens in front of him in rapt attention. One might wonder how he managed to get their attention so well, but it might have something to do with the back that he'd put one of their little catnip mouse toys on his head. They ( Read more... )

On one of the benches in the park was an old coffee can, with a few loose coins in it, and a big sign that read "PLeeS GyV 2 ChARATee".

Ignore the smelly lump of fur sleeping under the bench.

[Open like an open thing. And, of course, this is only one small, specific area of the park -- feel free to use the rest of the park as you see fit.]

Robin still kind of had no idea how she'd wound up doing this, but it was funny and she could laugh and drink and just enjoy her post-Valentine's glow behind the bar while everyone else suffered.

And in the meanwhile, she set out a pretty little sign.

Three Minute Dates @ CaritasHosted by Robin Scherbatsky ( Read more... )