Pixie Dust (closed), Early Sunday Afternoon

[tinkerbitch]

Tink was in her store, running an inventory check.

By which we mean, Tink was in her store, looking for hidden bottles of booze.

The store was closed, but it would be obvious to anyone walking by that the pixie was inside.

(For the evil employee giving his not-exactly-two-weeks'-notice)

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[way_black]

Today was it. The day Blackheart was leaving to take over the Earth. And it wasn't until he was about to head off to the causeway that he realized he wasn't going to be able to open the store on Tuesday.

Any Tuesday.

Probably forever, as opening the store after his inevitable world takeover was somewhat redundant, really.

So he decided he'd have one last fling at being a nice guy and he'd inform his employer that she was shit out of luck for Tuesdays. Oops.

[tinkerbitch]

Tink waved to her evil demon employee. He didn't work on Sundays, did he? She didn't remember that at all. Was he here for her booze stash? If he could help her find some, she'd split it with him.

[way_black]

Blackheart simply nodded his head by way of greeting and watched her for a moment. A long moment. A couple of moments, really.

"I'm leaving the island."

To the point, wasn't he?

[tinkerbitch]

Very nice. Where was he headed? Acapulco? She heard Acapulco was lovely this time of year. And when would he be back? If she needed to have someone else open the store on Tuesdays ... well. Tuesdays could stay closed, really, for the interim. Because really.