Of all the things Tink hated, coming in to her store with a hangover was fairly high on the list. Not as high as Wendy-birds of course, but way above nice things like sleeping in and drinking rather a lot of absinthe ( Read more... )

Her store, her wonderful store! Getting ready for the masquerade ball this weekend, and oh, Tink loved balls! (Not like that.) Everything so formal and gorgeous and people not smelling half so stinky as usual.

Tink noticed that her cute fancy-talking employee had set up the mannequins to be dancing. How very nice! Some of them had fancy dresses, ( Read more... )

All right, it was perhaps nearer to 2:30 when Tink arrived at Pixie Dust, but the rich girl from class was expecting that, right? Hungover pixies could never be anywhere on time. And there was shopping inside and lots and lots of shoes and Tink had needed to stop for a few drinks and then a couple more bottles and, well, let's just be happy she had ( Read more... )

Well, now. This wasn't her usual day, but she was down two employees and a roommate, so she could come in whenever she felt like it. It was, after all, her store.

At least the roommate had left her the house. Well. Perhaps not intentionally, but it was hers now, so there.

She sighed as she posted the sign on the door once more:

ASSISTANCE WANTED ( Read more... )

Tink was in a particularly foul mood Monday afternoon when she zipped into her store.

So what if it was afternoon, and not morning. It was her store. She could open it when she liked, and if anyone had a problem with it, then they were less awesome than her and didn't deserve her beautiful shiny clothes that were far too bright right now, did the ( Read more... )

How on earth was she out of tequila? She'd gone through her stash and the bottles Squall had hidden and a few others and her secret stash and there was no liquor to be had. That meant she should go into work, right? That's where the rest of her tequila lived.

Well, while she was here, she might as well open the store. Fine.

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It was Monday, and that meant Tinker Bell was hung over. It also meant she was supposed to be in her store. Right! Her store! Filled with pretty clothes and people to laugh at. She should definitely do that. Hung over or not.

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Well. Tink had just about had enough of all of these sniffly, disgusting sick people ruining her pretty and fun little island. Couldn't they show a little respect? Not everything was about them!!!

Tink flew around very early Thursday morning and put posters up in any place she could think of that would be noticeable.

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Tink had a store. Look at it! Filled with clothes and ever-so-chic accessories and oh-so-many shoes.

Was there anything in the world as wonderful as Tink's Emporium of Utter Fabulousness, With Your Host, Tinker Bell? No. No, there was not. If there was, Tink would find it and vaporize it.

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