Apathy ... Something, Y'know, Wherever, It's Friday, Fuck It, I Dunno

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

When people showed up for Apathy Club, they would find George, curled up on one of the desks, asleep.

It was fucking Apathy Club. It was a warm, sunny Friday afternoon. It was just before spring break, which was going to be in Hawaii, and George might hate most things, but fucking Hawaii? Hell yes she was going.

So why were they here? Actually, George didn't intend to wake up and find out.

Stay, and nap, or go enjoy the sunshine, or glare at George for sleeping, or ... honestly she couldn't give a fuck.

Spring break.

Comments

The Snarky Guy Who Sometimes Has That Gross Smelling Idiot With Him

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

You know, the guy? Yeah. Him.

Re: The Snarky Guy Who Sometimes Has That Gross Smelling Idiot With Him

[prof_of_cunning]

The snarky guy had brief thoughts of sneaking off to town to buy an airhorn to set off in everyone's faces, but that would be far too much like work. Instead, he poked his head in, noted the general somnolence, and took that as a sign to flee for pastures more whiskey-filled.