Monday morning, and Tink was not that hung over for once. Oh miracle! Oh joy! Had she learned restraint at last?

No, she'd just drank her way through Squall's tequila and found herself too bored to fly to the store for more.

There was absinthe here. She would be liquored up in no time.

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Tink was hung over. Nobody had come to visit Tink for the weekend. And Tink might just have to come in tomorrow for the shift that that stupid demon with ugly hair was supposed to have. Except he was just bluffing. Right?

Stupid employees and stupid absinthe and stupid everything.

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So there were going to be parents coming in this weekend. How fascinating. Tink might just have to open the store another shift, to see if any of them were rich or intriguing. Or, failing that, so fashion-challenged that it would be amusing to mock them. Considering the student population, she was bound to get a hit in at least one category.

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This Homecoming event, whatever it was, was certainly moving the formalwear. Which meant people were buying a lot of formalwear, which was, conveniently enough, both expensive and chic. Therefore, Homecoming was fine by Tink.

She even came in on a day when the shop should be closed. Wasn't that ever so kind of her?

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What a lovely day to film a movie!

Star Director Valenteen had handwavily put up posters calling for actors and crew, and had even gone so far as to handwavily put little signs up pointing the way to this particular lovely clearing in the preserve ( Read more... )

Absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened to the lovely Ms. Tinker Bell all weekend, thank you very much, and anyone who so much as hinted otherwise was going to be very sorry indeed.

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Ms. Squall Leonhart, wealthy sugar momma and weather pixie, and her darling Tiberius Bell - owner of Pixie Dust, which neither of them could seem to find, but really, it was certainly an artists' studio or something similarly clever and important - were walking through the park at sunset, talking ( Read more... )

Tink was going to be a movie star! She could hardly believe it. Not that someone of her style and grace could be a movie star - that much was obvious - but that it was finally happening for her, on this tiny island of all places. She was in a wonderful mood ( Read more... )

One of Tink's fabulous employees, the fabulous Isabel, had gone home to see her (presumably fabulous) family. And so the fabulous Tinker Bell was going to open the fabulous Pixie Dust today instead ( Read more... )

Tink was bored. She was low on absinthe, tired of Squall's house, and wishing there were more people around to mock horribly.

This meant that she should open the store, as it wasn't Squall's house, had people who would come in for mockery, and most importantly, had a spare bottle of absinthe stashed behind the counter.

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