I quit.

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The fatal flaw in Elle's plan, even though the pirate's advice really had worked, left Elle with nothing to wear the next morning. She left Lucas in bed and made her way downstairs and put together an outfit that was something she'd have never worn normally. She wasn't entirely certain who Marc was, but their Tshirt fit and the art went nicely with the extra large bandana she wrapped around her waist as a sarong.

Elle went behind the counter to leave some money and noticed the account book, just laying there wide open and filled with columns of red ink.

Not. Good.

She stood there blinking and going down the numbers. It wasn't like she took care of her own bills, but a big part of her undergrad degree had been about making money so accounting was not entirely foreign. She took the book and started back upstairs, glancing around the store for business opportunities.

[The store is not open...Elle doesn't do that. Just Lucas for now, thanks]

Just after midnight there was a knock on the door of Empire Records. Elle stood there wearing a long, pink fur coat.

Faux, of course.

"Luuuucasssss? Lucas? Are you still in there?"

[locked and nfb, thanks]

Elle tempted Lucas away from Empire to drag him down the coast to a Rob Thomas concert. She held on tight as he revved the engine and sped off toward what she swore would be fun.

Damn the Man...no one would keep Elle from seeing 'Ever the Same' live!

[leaving town ok for broadcast, as is the info from the Empire thread]

[[and now it's nws. good on you, lucas!]]

Elle had dashed across the street in her flannel jammies and fuzzy pink slippers with a hoodie to keep out the cold. Bruiser was bouncing off the walls so she stood in the dewey grass letting him run around and around and around, straining at the leash.
( A girl can get dizzy doing that )

[Written via IM with bamf_away to avoid SP]

Elle sat on the porch with a picnic basket loaded with spanakopita, cabbage leaves stuffed with seasoned rice, salad, cookies and wine. The basket was heavy and she had two blankets sitting on top of it. All that was missing was the boy.

She'd made enough food that there was extra in Ted dude's fridge, just waiting to convert him to the ways of vegetarian eating.

[ooc: for notentirely]

There's clearly something on the Social Events calender. Elle will get back to you.