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Who: Four space cops very upstanding and not suspicious at all representatives of the Galactic Federation purveyors of fine caffeinated drinks. Also, YOU.
What: So there's this coffee shop, right.
When: ALL WEEK. From Tuesday, March 8th, to the end of the AU event.
Where: A totally unassuming and absolutely not-a-front-for-Galactic Federation- ( Read more... )
What: So there's this coffee shop, right.
When: ALL WEEK. From Tuesday, March 8th, to the end of the AU event.
Where: A totally unassuming and absolutely not-a-front-for-Galactic Federation- ( Read more... )
Of course, unlike regular ol' Goose, this guy can hardly think of alcohol as the solution. Instead, a simple cup of deep black java ought to do it.
He walked inside and... definitely stuck out like a sore thumb as he approached the counter.
"One black. Do not add anything."
That glowing eye basically translated that to, "If you add anything besides just plain coffee, I will zap you in the face."
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Falcon, of course, had no idea that this was the guy Kyle and Uxie had been keeping tabs on. Clearly this would not end badly at all, nor would it end with the aforementioned cops dogpiling their boss and dragging him off to the back room to avoid their extremely delicate mission imploding on itself.
He leaned over the counter, eyeing this strange customer with a raised eyebrow. "Is that it?"
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Nebula probably knew little to nothing of these two buggers trying to keep a watch on him, so of course, he held no suspicions in here. This was one of the very few times he'd have to relax. One of the very, very few.
He tilted his head slightly, his expression oddly blank. "... Depends. What else do you have to offer here? Sweets?"
The only thing that remained in the transition from Goose to Nebula? That sweet tooth.
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"We also have doughnuts."
They would not be a decent coffee shop without doughnuts.
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"What kinds of doughnuts? I obviously require details. Chocolate, glazed, filled...? I prefer glazed and raspberry-filled."
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"We have glazed." He confirmed.
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"A glazed then. Extra glaze, if possible." He had a giant sweet tooth.
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Whatever. He fetched said doughnut and pretended to add said EXTRA GLAZE by putzing around at the counter with his back to the patron. WHAT HE DIDN'T KNOW WOULDN'T HURT HIM.
Then he presented the doughnut on an adorable little plate.
It was so adorable.
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"Thank you."
And so Nebula took a bite out of it.
He then crinkled his nose and promptly tossed it right in Falcon's direction.
"Not enough glaze, imbecile. More."
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Falcon dodged the doughnut casually by tilting his head. The offending pastry landed on the back counter with a splat. Man. He didn't know much about the coffee business, but he was sure he'd heard "the customer is always right" somewhere.
He decided he did not care about that little mantra.
"If you're going to throw things at me, I'll throw you out."
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"Can't handle a measly donut, human? You treat them as if they're lethal."
Then again, who knows what could possibly be slipped into the food in this godforsaken city?
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If there was one thing Falcon did not take, it was bullshit. And this weird angry dude with the laser eye was certainly giving him a lot of it. He was totally scrawny, too. Falcon could take him. It was, however, becoming difficult to curb his rather volatile temper.
"If you don't like the doughnut, just send it back like a normal person, don't throw it."
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Oooooh, yes. Nebula went there. Not only did he have such a friction with 'organics', but he was already not pleased with this man's service. It was clearly flawed, and he didn't take even the smallest flaws lightly.
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Translation: I am a giant douche and I am a giant douche to everyone.
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"Well you can rightfully deserve it all the way out of my cafe."
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