AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[idolpro]

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

Comments

[featherbeaned]

Maybe best not, then. I do love him a whole lot!

[inspiteful]

I just don't like how pushy he was being.

[featherbeaned]

[ lol ]

It's a thing for AlcheMe, huh? We don't love it when people get pushy.

[inspiteful]

To say the least.

...I know you've got it handled but I still kinda want to throw something at him.

[featherbeaned]

[ ruffles his hair ]

Like you said, I've got it handled. No throwing required.

[inspiteful]

[ He accepts the ruffles with no fuss, leaning into it for just a moment. ]

If someone does it again though, am I allowed to chuck something at them? Just once? Nothing sharp.