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[Apple-Pie-Penguin]

-Chapter 1-​

It was finally happening.

The Grand Opening.

A little nook of a building, red bricked and old as dirt, stood proud with a small but brand spanking new sign that read with filigree and etchings of desserts at either side.

🏵🏵𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓛𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒩𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓑𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓎🏵🏵 ​

The renaissance woman; owner, cook, and single employee of the new establishment, stood before it all alone in celebration.

Her hair of wine ringlets trailed down her back to the bottom of her spine, and her big round glasses perched atop her pixie nose so those eyes of shimmering sea-glass could beam at the start of her personal dream coming true. Nessie McDonell was floating on air, she was already imagining filling the place up with treats and seeing off happy customers.
She didn't really have a 'opening day' outfit, didn't seem the time for anything too extravagant, but she did plan to dress up a bit, so she choose a off the shoulder sweetheart shirt that was a shimmering cyan with a red heart button at the center where her generous breastline met her top, and green-blue leggings with little red hearts dotted all along the legs, finished off with a white ruffle apron that was in the shape of a heart in front of her chest before going into the normal skirt of said apron.
The waist tie of the cooking garment fastened to show the slopes of her form.
Chest of ample size, more than ample really, with a more modest incline of her waist but not exactly 'thin', and then hilling back out to opulent hips. Soft curves in a Venus vase shape of a woman

While the proprietor with lavish curves settled happily into her moment of success, the cinnamon spots over vanilla shoulders jolted when

KTCHH!!

The sound of breaking glass had her maroon head turn sharply, and her attention was drawn to her business neighbor.

"Damn it Mason! Stop throwing shit!"

Nessie stepped towards the door to her bakery, her hand on the knob, half hiding behind the open door, but, she couldn't help but pause and watch, just to get a better idea of what was happening.
A scrawny man with scraggly ash blonde hair was being dragged by the collar out of '𝙿𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝', the bar exactly to the right of the sweet treat establishment, a larger man with extremely curly and long black hair rolled his eyes as he tossed the Mason fellow out onto the sidewalk, "Walk it off asshole."

Mason stumbled to a stand, his words slurred, "But I left my, hic, my keys inside!"

"Yea, -I know-, That's why I said -walk it off-."

Mason grumbled and stumbled towards his motorcycle, his eyes unfocused as he took hold of the handles and kicked the stand. His thumb tried to rev the vehicle despite it being off, his stupor making his brain's acceptance of the situation a bit slow, stubbornly thought it might obey him from sheer force of will, before he eventually hung his head and started to manually walk the two-wheeler down the street.

Nessie gently gasped to herself, closing the door before Mason could walk by and see her snooping, timid at the thought alone.

She put her back to the entrance, the inside of her confectionery bare bones, only a few hearts and lock ness monster adjacent decorations along the walls while she calmed herself from the light surprise of action interrupting her quiet celebration.

Ok, so, perhaps the location had some...things to be desired, but, good word of mouth could fix that!...Surely...

With a deep breath of determination she lifted her head, the freckles all over her cheeks, nose, and forehead bright like golden brown dots on one of her freshly baked goodies, and she strode forward past the glass display counter shaped like the lock ness monster with heart eyes, and entered the kitchen.

For the next 2 hours, all she did was bake.

Bake and bake and bake, continuously she checked to see if anyone had come in, but, not a soul.

She was prepared for this of course, first day's could often be slow, it was alright...however, by the end of the day, long after all her inventory was set and ready...not a -single- soul had come in.

Her sunshiny disposition had deflated like a balloon with a hole in it that got bigger and bigger over the hours till it was nothing but a line of ribber on the ground.

In the back of her mind, words of doubt whispered, in the voices of loved ones, and ex loved ones, whom disapproved of her pursuits. She sat by one of the little heart shaped serving tables, her chin in her hands, elbows on the table, and her knee bouncing anxiously while she stared at the muffins she had worked so hard to make look like little roses, knowing that many of them would need to be thrown out (Or, well, donated, she refused to just put them, or any of her inventory, in the trash) and she could feel her heart start to wallow.

Just as despondency started to grow, the thorns were crushed by the weight of her determination (and a bit of denial) before Nessie shot up and found a cute wicker basket and filled it with those muffins, some cupcakes, a couple bear-claws, and a single apple pie, and, she made her way over to the bar as night fell.

She planned to be here a long time, she didn't want to cold shoulder her neighbors just because they were a tad...different when it came to desired clientele, that was no reason for her to be closed off, and who knew, perhaps they could help each other out, send customers to each other, make a community of the line of shops, who knows!

And so, she was new, she should be the one to reach out with an olive branch, and she walked though the doors of the 𝙿𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝 bar.