The Unfortunate Circumstances of Happenstances
WHO: Russki and Jones
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon, May 3rd
WHERE: Pekoe, Liberty University's Coffee Shop
WHAT: in which two rivals who once lived on opposite sides of the US share awkward coffee.
It had become a common practice between the two rivals to switch between mic and cell phone where the more private conversations could take place - not to say that what they said to each other was private per se, but more of a useless banter bloodthirsty players would find very unfitting to listen to while spraying bullets into another soldier's skull. And he was where Ivan's fingers could form around something that wasn't an XBOX controller - breathy, short laughs groans, hisses curses, all not unfamiliar to the others' ear away and on the XBOX as Ivan stumbled around his house and struggled to get things done single-handily. He played with the notion of putting it on speakerphone, but then his sisters and Hak Soo would hear the voice that Ivan wanted to keep to himself, only in his ears. He had yet to properly learn to tuck phone between ear and shoulder and use both hands for performing tasks, but the scarf made it rather difficult.
Ivan stood in the middle of the kitchen trying to single-handily do away with several piles of paperwork he had neglected for the game. The television was off in the room adjacent, XBOX off as well, having suffered through another round only for Alfred to win and bring it back to a tie again (what was the score again?).
He was under the impression that Jones very much liked the sound of his own voice, as he often had to switch ears when one would become exhausted of the overuse. Ivan only got in a few words here and there, but if only to let the other know that he hadn't hung up (yet). After the timer had passed the three hour mark and only two sheets of paperwork had been completed, Ivan interrupted Alfred's speech on why Superman was clearly more superior to Batman, only to change his mind after leafing through comic books. "Jones, I really need to get some work done. I think I am going to a coffee shop for a little peace and quiet. You can text me when you next wish to try for another round."
The Russian did not wait for a confirmation or an interjection, knowing full-well that if he were not to hang up that very second, he would again be captivated by Jone's voice and unable to hit Call End.
A gathering of paperwork and taxicab ride later, Ivan was standing outside of the familiar entrance to a coffee shop he attended in his years as an undergraduate.
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon, May 3rd
WHERE: Pekoe, Liberty University's Coffee Shop
WHAT: in which two rivals who once lived on opposite sides of the US share awkward coffee.
It had become a common practice between the two rivals to switch between mic and cell phone where the more private conversations could take place - not to say that what they said to each other was private per se, but more of a useless banter bloodthirsty players would find very unfitting to listen to while spraying bullets into another soldier's skull. And he was where Ivan's fingers could form around something that wasn't an XBOX controller - breathy, short laughs groans, hisses curses, all not unfamiliar to the others' ear away and on the XBOX as Ivan stumbled around his house and struggled to get things done single-handily. He played with the notion of putting it on speakerphone, but then his sisters and Hak Soo would hear the voice that Ivan wanted to keep to himself, only in his ears. He had yet to properly learn to tuck phone between ear and shoulder and use both hands for performing tasks, but the scarf made it rather difficult.
Ivan stood in the middle of the kitchen trying to single-handily do away with several piles of paperwork he had neglected for the game. The television was off in the room adjacent, XBOX off as well, having suffered through another round only for Alfred to win and bring it back to a tie again (what was the score again?).
He was under the impression that Jones very much liked the sound of his own voice, as he often had to switch ears when one would become exhausted of the overuse. Ivan only got in a few words here and there, but if only to let the other know that he hadn't hung up (yet). After the timer had passed the three hour mark and only two sheets of paperwork had been completed, Ivan interrupted Alfred's speech on why Superman was clearly more superior to Batman, only to change his mind after leafing through comic books. "Jones, I really need to get some work done. I think I am going to a coffee shop for a little peace and quiet. You can text me when you next wish to try for another round."
The Russian did not wait for a confirmation or an interjection, knowing full-well that if he were not to hang up that very second, he would again be captivated by Jone's voice and unable to hit Call End.
A gathering of paperwork and taxicab ride later, Ivan was standing outside of the familiar entrance to a coffee shop he attended in his years as an undergraduate.