Office Hours, Thursday, February 11

[demon_cupid]

Drake was in his office (sans cat, mouse, or monkey) this week as per usual. He was in a fabulous mood, which may have been while he was playing the radio a bit too loudly.

Sweat, baby, sweat, baby, sex is a Texas drought

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[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had a few free hours so like any self respecting student, she checked up on her farm and sent a few valentines.

Of course after reading a few updates on exactly how many Valentines a certain someone on her news feed got, she had to send a message.

Drake,

The hell? What's up with all the Valentines? Are you trying to set some sort of Facebook record?"

Hope all is well.

Isabel

[demon_cupid]

I'm in a pitched battle with Mini Drake. I will be victorious, this I vow!

I got let down easy by a Goddess of Love last night. I'm deep in mourning. If only you weren't doing the Guinevere gig....

Drake

[izzyalienqueen]

I'll do my best to help out. Even if you are cluttering up my feed. Just fertilize my crops okay?

My sympathies on the goddess. Stop mourning and give Parker a call. She could use a distraction.

And for the record, Guinevere was a fickle bitch. I'm nothing of the sort.

[demon_cupid]

My fertilization is at your command. Wait, that sounds dirty, doesn't it?

Oooh, Parker. I should call her. Rowr!