In stereotypical and cliched fashion, Tuesday found herself once more on a park bench, (though this is a park she hadn't been to in a while) strumming her Baby and keeping rhythm with a tap of her toes.
Her Star-gifted swanky case lays open near her opposite and unmoving foot. Occasionally bills are tossed in.
Tuesday smiles, and thanks those who've just parted with their cash to keep her playing.
Her grin's wide and a little lopsided, as she waits to see what Fate had in store for her today.
Since we're in desperate need of scenes open or otherwise, come one, come all and hang out with Tuesday!