She'd walked into the Four Sands Cafe and asked about a job after accepting (and being told many times by Jack) that she'd be here for longer than a couple of weeks. He couldn't give her a definite time she'd be here, so she now found herself moving around tables, balancing plates in numbers she never had before.

"Is there anything I can get for you ( Read more... )

Walter had been on the island for quite awhile now, though he realized, quite suddenly, that he actually had no idea just how long. Time was never a good friend to Walter. He did have a vague sense that he needed to find a job, but as per usual, he'd had some difficulty in meeting people. Most people find Walter odd on a good day, so he'd spent ( Read more... )

Harry sat at one of the outdoor tables of the Four Sands, an untouched mug of cappuccino sitting in front of him. It had a trendy little picture of a wave made on the top of the foam with chocolate powder, which still look pristine on account of the fact he hadn't touched it. His wallet and room keys sat next to the mug, but his green eyes were ( Read more... )

Tyra sat at one of the tables in the cafe, not really caring that she was halfway through her shift. She'd been throwing up all morning, and generally feeling like shit. It had been one of the few nights she'd stayed over at Tim's, but as soon as she'd started feeling sick, she'd collected her things and left. She actually couldn't remember a time ( Read more... )

Rory was still coming to grips with life on the island. She'd been here for a day and a night and she was only just holding onto her sanity. The thing that was saving her right now was that there was coffee. Coffee was like oxygen right now. That, and she'd discovered the candy store along Beach Street, and now sat with a large paper bag chock full ( Read more... )

Tugging her sleeve over her watch, Willow willed herself not to check the time for the bajillionth time. It wasn't like time mattered - Oz hadn't given her a specific time. How could he? Who knew how long getting poked, prodded, labeled, cataloged, and all sorts of other '-ed' things took?

At least she had something to do, now, in the drama of ( Read more... )

So a vampire and a werewolf meet in a coffee shop....

there had to be a joke in there somewhere. Considering Spike showing up actually made this Etre Libre place less weird, well...that was saying something. But he wasn't surprised. Spike definitely had some issues to work out, last time Oz saw him. He was curious to see which Spike this was ( Read more... )

It was quite amusing for Harry to have to question the Head of the Medical Centre about whether he wanted to press charges for assault against the owner of Hors de Prix. The resort security had notified the CIU about what had happened by the pool, but seriously? Harry knew it was best to let blokes sort this shit out for themselves, so he wasn't ( Read more... )

The Master sat at an outside table at the Four Sands Cafe, attempting to fix his laser screwdriver. Again. He hadn't done much else since he found the defunct weapon in his suite. The only thing that changed was location ( Read more... )

The line-up in the Four Sands Cafe for takeaway coffee was out the door and heading up the side of the pool. Remy wasn't even in the door yet and he was already contemplating banging his head against the wall in frustration. He did not operate well without his morning coffee and he cursed inawardly for forgetting to buy some for the bungalow the ( Read more... )