Room 220, Friday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Zero had chucked most of the mess into her closets and covered Fish's cage. On top of the dresser was an array of takeout containers from Ching Tai: rice, spring rolls, dumplings, Kung Pao shrimp and Sichuan chicken, along with other selections. Chopsticks and forks for the less brave were sitting nearby, and ginger beer was chilling in the fridge, which could also provide milkshakes if anyone wanted those instead.

Now all she needed was the rest of the band.

((Closed to the band people. Minimal OCD going up. All right, have at it. This was supposed to go up earlier, but Comcast thought it would be cute to shut off my cable for maintenance.))

Comments

Re: Eat and Mingle

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I could get you a discount when you do have some."

Re: Eat and Mingle

[singasoloduet.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. When do you work? I could come down to see what the store is really like."

Re: Eat and Mingle

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Mondays and Wednesdays. And you should. It's been pretty boring so far."

Yup. Boredom was the only reason she should come by. Uh-huh. No ulterior reasons, hum, hum.

Re: Eat and Mingle

[singasoloduet.livejournal.com]

Bouncing? Not on the outside, but Perdita was doing enough bouncing on the inside for both of them.

"I'll see about stopping by on Monday since Wednesday is my mun's busiest day. But now I think it's about time to actually get to the business of this band." She looked to where the contracts were coming out.

Re: Eat and Mingle

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good," Chad said, glad that the arriving distraction of the contracts probably kept anyone from noticing what would have been more than just a tiwtch of a grin in the corner of his mouth.