[open/active] ...Believe me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to know

[godofcologne]

Characters: Thomas, Anyone!, Everyone!
Location:  Two for the price of one: House of Hair or Starbucks (Please indicate in post)
Time:  Thomas will take care of you ALL WEEK LONG
Format: Flexible, prose or brackets
Content: Socializing. Flirting. Charming. Attempts to figure out what his sister is up to.
Warnings: Flirting. Innuendo. The smile in the

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Starbucks - before closing

[art_in_chaos]

Angela had decided to go out for new art supplies and perhaps a small night out by herself. She managed to get some Christmas shopping done while out. Pretty much, it was a nice night. Before heading back to the school though, she decided she wanted some coffee and perhaps she wanted to see if the hott coffee guy was working that night.

The door made the usual ringing noise when she entered. Smirking, she looked up at the sign and assumed the blobs drawn it were supposed to be raindeer, advertising the winter drinks. Well, the sign did what it was supposed to at least. She now wanted a Gingerbread latte. However, it still didn't look that good.

[godofcologne]

"I'll be with you in a minute!" Thomas sang out as the bell at the door announced another customer. He put the finishing touches on a reindeer prancing next to the words Gingerbread Latte, and dusted off his hands before turning around to greet the new customer.

"Angela!" he said, pleasure and surprise lighting up his expression. "I thought you'd forgotten about me!"

[art_in_chaos]

She beamed up at him, once he turned around. "Me forget you? I wrote my number on your hand and then never heard from you. I think it was the other way around." Angela said as she looked up at the sign, grimacing slightly at the pitiful reindeer.

She comes to lean on the counter. "But it is not anyone's fault really. I am here now, right?"

[godofcologne]

"The corporate overlord said jump," he explained contritely. He caught her expression, following her glance to the chalkboard. Right, she was an art teacher. Oops. "And you're right, you're here now, so I can buy you coffee," he continued, toeing the thin line between charming and annoyingly self-assured as he picked up a paper coffee cup. "What's your drug of choice today?"

[art_in_chaos]

She peaked an eyebrow and studied him, giving him one of those "sure, sure that's what they all say" looks. Walking up to the counter, she looked at the sign. "You know, I don't think reindeers have five legs and an antler coming out of their neck." Angela said, smirking. Oh, she wasn't letting that go.

"Awe, that's nice to offer, sweetie, but you don't have to. Although if you are offering to buy me a gingerbread latte, then I should repay you with drawing lessons, because you need them." She teased, her eyes shining in both a loving way and because she really does like art.

[godofcologne]

"I insist. One gingerbread latte, coming right up," he said cheerfully, scrawling Angela's name on the cup and the appropriate Starbucks glyphs to indicate the drink. He added the gingerbread syrup and set the espresso to brewing.

"Five legs?" he echoed, mock-offended. He pointed at the chalkboard. "It clearly has four legs! See, one. Two. Three. Four." He pointed, demonstrating his counting skills. Thomas gave Angela a sidelong glance, looking a little sheepish. "But I'll give you the antler thing. I'm not that good with chalk." Or drawing in general, but really he was going to blame the chalk for now.

[art_in_chaos]

She watched him make the latte and smirked before once again, looking back at that pathetic reindeer. "I think that one leg looks like two, hun." She made a face before going over to the blackboard and taking the chalk.

She turned around and smiled at him before erasing his sad, sad creation. "It's not hard. Start with the legs. The front are straight, but the back are slightly bent - like a dog's, and there's lighting. If you press the chalk harder, it is darker. The body is elongated and the head is like a dog, except next to the ears, there are these pointy things called antlers." Continues drawing, as she illustrates what she means. When done, she takes a step back and smiles.

[godofcologne]

He would have squawked in self-righteous indignation when Angela erased his reindeer, except Thomas was smart enough to realize that she was doing a much much better job than he had. Instead, he dutifully steamed milk and watched, taking in her instructions. "What can I say? I'm just hopeless when it comes to art," he said, stirring the milk into the espresso and gingerbread syrup.

"Are my Christmas trees at least up to snuff?" he asked with a grin.

[art_in_chaos]

She looked over at the trees and tried to smile nicely. "Yeah, sure, sweetie. They're lovely." Of course she was completely being nice here. After all she didn't want to offend the man currently making her coffee. Even if they looked like the art work of a six year old.

[godofcologne]

Thomas sighed, sounding both epically put upon and fantastically amused. "I appreciate the lie, at least. And thank you for rescuing the reindeer," he teased, finishing off the gingerbread latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. "Here you are, milady," he added, handing the drink to Angela with a flourish.

[art_in_chaos]

Ange took the coffee and smiled. "Was I that obvious?" She said glancing back up at the trees. "It's the least I can do considering the drink."

She took the sticker off and blew over the top of the lid. Oh no, this wasn't seductive at all. "So, mister, what have you been up to lately?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

[godofcologne]

Angela's coffee cooling gesture was met with an appreciative grin as Thomas shrugged nonchalantly. "A little," he joked. "I thought you were about to offer to pin it up on your fridge." He leaned against the counter himself, letting his arm brush against Angela's as he straightened a display of biscotti.

"Not much, just slaving away like a good little corporate drone." Thomas nodded at the blackboard sign. "And giving art teachers headaches. What about you? Is it almost Christmas break?"

That icon will not distract her. Yes, yes, it will. *drool*

[art_in_chaos]

She doesn't move when he touches her, just smirks and looks up. Oh, he did that on purpose. But she does not mind. Nope, in fact, she is checking him out.

Angela grinned. "Oh, hun. It's not that bad. I mean you aren't going to be put in a gallery any time soon, but for a corporate drone, you aren't too bad."

"Yeah, but you know, I think I'm sticking around over break. I have no where else to be, really." Really, that sounded a little sadder than it should have.

I only used it for the keywords. Uh huh. Can't prove otherwise.

[godofcologne]

"Maybe I can just call it post-modern or something." Thomas turned away from the chalkboard, obviously much more interested in the company than the artwork. He leaned forward a little, and even smiled a little wider at Angela's mention of sticking around.

"Of course you've got somewhere to be over break," he protested. "You'll have to show me around town." He gave her his best gallant smile. "I can't let a beautiful woman spend winter evenings alone."

pfffff. oh, Thomas.

[art_in_chaos]

It's okay. Ange was far more interested in Thomas than his lack of art on the board. She smirked and took a drink. "You mean you have been here how long and you haven't been out?"

"Well, we'll have to plan something. I have nearly fourteen days off. And nights, of course." Cuz that's not suggestive, Angela.

[godofcologne]

"Just fourteen? We'll have to work fast then," Thomas said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sipping it. He shrugged again; it was funny how two jobs plus trying to ferret out information about the school left him practically no time for sleeping around a social life.

"Maybe you can teach me some of that spontaneity you were advocating last time?"