Comments | capeandcowllogs: One cup of coffee, then I'll go;

homomachinis in capeandcowllogs

One cup of coffee, then I'll go;

Apr 01, 2011 18:36

WHO: deus_ex_100 and fourleafwords
WHERE: A COFFEE SHOP IN THE AFTERNOON
WHEN: Friday! April 1st!!
WARNINGS: NONE
SUMMARY: Just two imports. Meeting each other at the coffee shop. WHO EVEN KNOWS.
FORMAT: woooords

( Though I just dropped by to let you know )

mitchell hundred | the great machine, † clover | clover

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fourleafwords April 1 2011, 23:20:31 UTC

Being the day and time it was, in a city as dense as this, there would always be a line at the coffee shop. In this case, the line was a rather outlandish-looking girl tapping the lacquered pink heel of her shoe against the linoleum floor, her attention presumably devoted to giving the beleaguered barista a stare.

"What was I thinking?" she asked, a resigned annoyance in her high voice. "Of course you've never heard of it. Not my fault you live in the stone age. Fine, I'll take-" The order was short, but still somehow complicated; segments of it seemed to be practically gibberish. The girl had her hands akimbo, delicate fingernails curled away from catching into fabric at her hips. Which was pretty much as low as fabric went on her; she wore a long jacket, and if she wore anything under that, it was difficult to tell from the back. "Did you get it that time?"

homomachinis April 1 2011, 23:26:49 UTC

The first thing he thought when he came in and got in line was a single word. 'Goddammit'. Of course he'd gotten in line behind not only another import, but an import who either couldn't read, or refused to look at the menu and kept ordering things that didn't fucking exist.

He'd been okay to wait for a few, but when she started ordering another thing, he rolled his eyes. The machines were protesting because they weren't being used and bored. Already. Only creations that held coffee all day would act like that.

"Look, why don't you order a goddamn latte and leave the poor guy be, huh? They serve coffee, not Finagle's Folly!"

fourleafwords April 1 2011, 23:44:54 UTC

Today was a nine day. Of course. Nines never went well. Clover rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and away from the register. From the front, she of course looked even more like an affront to fashion. So. So much pink hair. But here, Clover had the momentary advantage; she recognized the guy interrupting her.

He was only the only politician anybody talked about these days. Of course.

"If you think you're gonna have better luck than me with this," she replied, grandly gesturing toward the aforementioned poor guy. "Go right ahead."

homomachinis April 1 2011, 23:52:32 UTC

"Thank you," he said, before stepping up. Mild as can be, he smiled at the barista.

"Triple shot espresso and a grande cafe americano to go," he ordered, and with a slight look at the machine, he sighed. It knew who he was. Every machine did. They gravitated toward him, and this one, because it was at a coffee shop, knew who he was. It was asking him incessently for the order. Specifics? 'Directives, 100?

"WATER TEMPERATURE AT 93 DEGREES CELSIUS. PRESSURE AT TEN." He looked back at her, and shrugged.

"It's easy to order if you're telling them exactly what you want and it's actually on the menu."

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