Day in the life // mingle post

Aug 23, 2011 17:25

The Loft is bustling today! People wandering in and out for drinks, food, and socialization. Mr. Barista -the robotic and occasionally temperamental current on-duty staff- is busy filling orders and charging appropriately. Don't let the less-than-human appearance fool you... It's still wise to tip.

Tables are filling up quickly and you may find ( Read more... )

[character] senri, [location] the loft

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dainty_ofcourse August 24 2011, 00:52:16 UTC
There's an oddly sullen designer camped out at one table, sipping down an iced coffee while putting together a terribly tedious jigsaw puzzle.

"...This music..." He scowls at the offending jukebox while fitting two puzzle pieces together.

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cierratweek August 24 2011, 01:02:02 UTC
"Okay, I guess I can share a table." The short young blonde man told a staff member as he locked eyes with one playing a jigsaw puzzle.

His full lips curled up into a polite smile. "Hi. I'm Kale. May I join you?"

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dainty_ofcourse August 24 2011, 03:42:40 UTC
Senri looks the newcomer up and down, critical eye picking over the details. "A pleasure, I'm sure. I'm Senri." He wrangles a few wayward pieces of the puzzle, freeing up one side of the table. "I suppose." Comes the reply when Kale asks if he could sit, not quite snotty but more uncharacteristically soft spoken. "If you can stand the terrible music, that is..."

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cierratweek August 24 2011, 14:12:12 UTC
Kale smiled. "Thanks. It's nice to meet you." He laughed at the statement of the music and shrugged. "It's not that bad. Kind of annoying. They've been playing the same artist?" He asked and eyed the puzzle. He sat quickly. "That could get irritating quickly."

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m_benitez August 27 2011, 23:49:21 UTC
Of course Marce knows that working in a cafe isn't exactly the brightest idea she's had yet. However with the office under repair and home being a little busy, she has no other recourse.

"Wish they had another blend of coffee," she mumbles to herself drowsily as she opens up a spreadsheet. The brew sitting next to her elbow isn't as potent as the ones she is used to and already she can feel her eyelids slipping south.

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