caffiene setbacks - - open

[tyler bryce desoto]

Oh coffee, in his point of view it was really God's gift to mankind. He couldn't live without it, he had tried and had failed miserably. Without caffeine he was dead, he couldn't do anything and there was no way in hell he'd be able to get out of bed without it. Hell, even the smell of coffee made him wake up in the morning and get out of bed just so he could get a cup. Plus what better way to cure a hangover than a huge cup of coffee and an amazing breakfast? There was no other way, and nothing compared to coffee and never would. He had tried all the energy drinks and they just seemed to make him paranoid and jittery and that just wasn't good.

This morning he had woken up at the usual time, and yet something was different. There was no smell of coffee brewing to greet him, there usually was since he set the coffee maker to automatic every night, but not this morning. Being half asleep and attempting to find out what was wrong with the coffee machine just wasn't on his agenda. The morning seemed to go so slow without his precious cup of coffee, even just the process of getting dressed took longer than it usually did. After managing to find a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he threw on a jacket over it and slipped on his Converse. He didn't even bother with shaving, there was no way that he could operate a razor without being somewhat awake. There was no way in hell he was going to make it through his day without coffee, plus he would be in a bad mood without it. Caffeine headaches were a bitch, they put him in a bad mood and made him more unbearable than he usually was. Thank god he didn't have anything really important to do, at least nothing important that he could remember.

And so that's how he came to be walking to Starbucks. It wasn't his favorite coffee, but hey it was close by and it would wake him up. Walking into Starbucks, he was so tired he had completely forgotten about the inevitable line that came with Starbucks coffee. He let out a frustrated sigh as he got in line, he was so close to and yet so far. Looking up at the menu, he wondered what he should get, it was hard to decide between a regular coffee or one of those fancy coffee drinks. Decisions decisions, this was another thing he disliked about this place but he supposed this was just apart of life, or something like that. He could just imagine his mother saying one of those typical sayings that parents do when kids tried to complain about this kind of stuff. But since it was still early in the morning and he wasn't quite awake yet, he couldn't really think of the saying.

Shoving his hands in his jacket pocket, he did his best to think about what he was going to order, he had never had half of these drinks and yet they all looked so good. Finally it was his turn, as the barista asked him what he would like, it took him a moment to compute what she was saying. How he hated this feeling, it was like having a hangover from a crazy night of partying. Figuring it would be best to just go with the simplest thing, he just ordered coffee. Yes, all that thinking for nothing. After paying for his coffee, he waited over by the side counter for it. As he waited he glanced around at the other people, well they didn't really seem too zombie-ish like he was right now. How he envied them, he wished he could just jump out of bed and be nice and awake. But then again what college student ever did that?

He smiled gratefully as he was presented with his coffee, the employees of Starbucks were his heroes of the day. Looking around he had expected this place to be busy, but not this busy. Was there at least one table open?! Really didn't people have jobs to go to? Was this really the best place to sit down and have a business conversation? He clenched his jaw as he did his best to not be too frustrated by this latest setback of his morning. At least he had his coffee though, but if only there was a place to enjoy it, how annoying.

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LYRICS: feed my frankenstein - alice cooper NOTES: n/a

[rita]

The morning had been filled with sweat and tears, as was her usual mornings. She'd been threw an hour of classes that morning where nothing was going right. Her dance partner had the flu. Needless to say the replacement was a pigheaded pain in the back end who couldn't even do the lift right. A woman could only take being dropped so many times before they gave up. And not willing to TAKE much more, Rita had dismissed herself from class for her own safety. Her head was killing her from being dropped, and the stress that it caused. What was this idiot trying to prove anyway?

Locking her jaw she grabbed her bag and headed out into the street, it was a typical morning in New York City. Busy. Chaotic. And she really loved. The streets were paved with dreams and aspirations, without them, New York wouldn't be what it was today. The people that came there had made it what it was. A mix of so many different kinds of people, thousands from different backgrounds with different ideals and dreams to build this city.

Getting out before the crack of dawn was a normal thing for Rita. Especially when she had early classes, the brunette had to much to do before and after classes. Seemed there were rarely enough hours in the day. Normally she had already been head first into three cups of mocha frappa whatevers but she hadn't had a chance this morning. She darted into the coffee shop and paused when she saw the crowd. She couldn't help but pout as she fell into line and tapped her foot.

When she reached the head of the line and ordered she gave the barista that grateful smile she was probably used to as she took her cup and looked around the coffee shop. Her eyes spotted one table open and she let out a breath as she made a break for it. Dancing came in handy when you were trying to get some where in a crowded area. Being lite on your feet at least had some advantages.

She managed to land gracefully into the chair she was aiming for when she let out a sigh. Oh have mercy.

[tyler bryce desoto]

The more he stood there waiting to spot a free table, the more he got annoyed. Wasn't there like a Starbucks on every corner around here? Why was this one packed? Out of all the Starbucks' why this one, when all he wanted to do was sit down and enjoy his coffee without any interruptions and all the trouble of trying to find a table and stuff. This just wasn't his day, he wasn't sure what terrible thing he had done recently to make him have this bad of karma, but he was definitely paying for it now.

And just as he was about to give up on trying to find a table, he spotted one! Just his luck, maybe this was going to turn out to be a good day anyways. Making his way towards the table, he hadn't even noticed the girl making a b-line for the same table. Taking a seat, he was just about to let out a sigh of content as he thought his luck was changing. And then there was this girl sitting across from him, nope there was no way that this was going to be his lucky day.

Hmm...awkward much? It was too early to attempt to play the gentleman card. He could just assume that he was expected to play the gentleman card, after all most girls seemed to expect chivalry out of every guy. Well, even though he could be chivalrous occasionally...when he felt like it...maybe if there was a very attractive girl involved...he had yet to start on his coffee so being charming wasn't the first priority on his list. But it wasn't like this thing could be avoided really, he wanted to sit here and enjoy his coffee. Yeah this was awkward, there was no other way to describe it. And since he wasn't one hundred percent awake, he wasn't good at thinking right now especially about how to get rid of the awkwardness in this situation. Plus it was too early to have a conversation, this was why he didn't have classes this early because there was no way in hell he'd be able to do anything at this time of the morning.

He supposed the best way to go about this was to be nice and charming, this was going to be very hard. Doing his best to give her a genuine smile, he couldn't believe he was going to even try to pull this off. "Wow, you are very fast," he said, hoping he could pull it off as a compliment instead of the first thing to come to his mind. After all flattery was usually a good method of getting his way. And it was true too, why the hell was she at a coffee place when she already seemed to have enough energy to get to that table as fast as him? He wasn't really sure how it was going to get him out of this awkward situation but it was better than that terrible awkward silence which he hated more than just about anything else. Besides maybe this way he didn't have to be the bad guy, maybe she would give up first or something, it was too early to deal with arguments and all that nonsense.

TAG: rita! WORDS: 549
LYRICS: feed my frankenstein - alice cooper NOTES: n/a

[rita]

She paused when she felt some kind fo movement to her right and her eyes trailed from the steaming brew of sanity across the table and to the ruggedly handsome face of a man. Oh cripes. She took his his chiseled features and raised her brow. How do you exactly deal with this kind of situation? She took a sip from her cup and tried to decide if he was insulting her or not. How could she tell?

"Thanks."

Great, she had to share a table with a guy that looked like he could probably try and eat her alive. But he was good looking none the less. Her dark eyes shifted up his form and back down it once more. He did have a look about him though, dark and dangerous. Her old type.

Shifting on her seat she took another drink from her cup and stared across the coffee shop to the pastries that were in a case. Oh this was unfair. If she moved she'd lose the chair. Her stomach growled and she reached down, petting it absently as she promised it something on the way back to school.

"I'm Rita." she had to share the table with him might as well play nice, right? Her lips curved slightly and she tossed her hair out of her face as she took another sip. That was hitting the spot of her empty stomach but recharging everything else.

With a sigh she leaned back into the chair, a soft smile working over her features. She had a mind of her own, which wasn't unusual for a girl in the modern world. She was also the kind of person that studied people, she couldn't resist it. The pull of knowing something about another person was something she couldn't deny and had never been able too.

Leaning forward she braced her chin on an upturned palm as she studied him sideways. She was fast, quick at least in more ways than one. Who was this guy?

[tyler bryce desoto]

Taking a long sip of his coffee, he was already feeling more awake. It was such a refreshing feeling, it was better than just about anything else in the world. How on earth could he make the best out of this situation? Awkward situations were never his forte and even when he had to deal with them, he liked being able to talk his way out of them. And right now he could hardly order a coffee so there was no way he could talk himself gracefully out of a awkward situation.

Perhaps killing her with kindness would be the way to go with things. It was much better than the alternative, he found that being a jackass at such an early hour ended up putting him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. And he didn't want to ruin his day just because of some random girl that he had to share a table with. "Nice to meet you Rita, I'm Tyler." He said with a smile, still doing his best to be as nice and charming as he could with the lack of caffeine in his system. How on earth was he going to get rid of this girl? He liked silence, he liked being able to enjoy his coffee with no distractions. Distractions meant that he was paying attention to less important things than his coffee, which then meant that his coffee got cold and it was terrible to reheat coffee after a certain amount of time.

Well at least she was good looking so it wasn't as if he had to be completely miserable and share a table with some ugly old hag. If he wasn't tired he might even flirt with her a bit, but he was hardly as smooth talking as he was when he was fully awake. He liked a girl that looked a bit rough around the edges, if he had any preference in types of girls than that would be his. Any other type of girl was fun if he was just in it for looks and there was a guarantee that things were going to happen and soon. But if he had to actually talk and be slightly or completely sober than he'd choose the rough around the edges girl any day. He wasn't even about to fake being fully awake, it would be terrible. So he just continued to drink his coffee, if he continued drinking at this rate he'd be needing another cup soon. And that would mean that he had to get up, and if he got up than he'd lose his seat. God, life was a bitch.

It was weird to be sitting here with some girl that he had never met before. At least he didn't have any obligations, he could just get up and leave if he really wanted to. Though he really wanted to stay here and just chill out. Trying to think of something to say, he took another sip of his coffee and then asked,"So do you come here often?" Well that was a stupid question, it wasn't as if he really cared. But it was the first thing that came into his mind, see this was why he needed caffeine before conversing with anybody.

TAG: rita! WORDS: 548
LYRICS: feed my frankenstein - alice cooper NOTES: n/a