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[burbonmilkshake]

Coffee, coffee, for everyone!

Today's musical selection: The Flaming Lips.

OOC: Sorry this is up a day late. I was dead yesterday from migraine.

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[talkback]

"Coooffffeeeeeee."

Look! Coffee Zombie Chase!

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'm not impressed with you after the mall incident, ergo I'm refusing service." Faye doesn't turn around. She'd know that voice anywhere.

[talkback]

"You rather that thing have ripped you apart?"

He rolls his eyes.

"I've dealt with these type a things afore."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Oh, have you." She spun and looked at Chase with an arched eyebrow. "You knew that hitting him in the chest would do so much?"

Faye's no idiot, and Chase--well, Chase thinks with his guns, not his brain.

[talkback]

Chase' guns are his brains.

"Yup."

[burbonmilkshake]

"And you knew so well that he'd come back from that, as well, didn't you. Just--get out of my sight. I don't want to see you."

[talkback]

"Hello, common room."

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'm also doing coffee day, which is Mel-sanctioned, Zuko-approved."

She sighs in frustration. "But since you're being such a stubborn fucking teenager, I'll just--go. Fine. You win. Whatever."

She storms out, muttering darkly.