they're both super smart and drinking in the cafes

[judgedyou]

Who | Dan and YOU.
Where | El Cafe-o.
What | Mmmm coffee.
How | actionspam.
Why | Tifa and I needed an excuse to exploit Dan's blonde fetish?

[ poor dan is just trying to get his latte so he can pen some epic story, because seriously, his blood is coffee, you can check. in any case, yeah, he's just standing off to the side...waiting for that latte. ]

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[autophoenix]

[ For the record, Claire was just here for a mocha. Because she likes everything with extra chocolate involved. But as soon as she got it, she managed to bump into Dan and spill it all over the place and ruin everyone involved's shirts. ]

Oh -- God, I'm sorry, that was ... I should have been looking where I was going, you're okay, right? [ Because that's ... hot coffee. And she's fine, because she can't feel pain, but ... ]

[judgedyou]

[ Chocolate makes the world go round, for real. But yeah, this is totally what he gets for standing right there in the area where people would be zooming by. ]

No, it's completely my fault, do you see where I'm standing? Prime spot to just have someone run into me and spill their drinks all over my shirt while I'm waiting for mine. Otherwise, you'd have a latte on you. [ Blink blink, owie, it burns. ] I'm good, other than the possible first degree burn I'm suffering right now. Are you okay? Do you want me to get you another...whatever is on my shirt right now?

[autophoenix]

No, you don't have to -- I'm fine, don't worry about it. [ She chuckles, pushing hair from her face and leaning over to pick her empty cup up off the floor now that she's sure he's not dying. ] I'm so sorry. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to be offering to buy you another ... shirt right now. [ A vaguely amused look up at him from where she's hunting for her ex-lid on the ground. ] ... Do you want me to?

[judgedyou]

It's okay seriously, this, isn't the worst thing I've had on a shirt of mine, though, admittedly the cocktail was actually thrown on a shirt that wasn't mine, but that's a tiny detail. Minuscule, really, anyway, most people wouldn't be offering it, just so you know, however, my offer of whatever you were drinking makes a lot more sense. [ He can't help but laugh a little, before bending down to help her pick up the lid. ] I'm fine, it's already cooling off. Seriously, I'll get you another whatever.

[causeblackouts]

[ Elle, meanwhile, is making a scene and holding up the line by demanding the cashier tell her where Peter Petrelli's hiding. ]

I don't care if it's not in your job description, I'm just asking you if you've seen the guy! What's so hard about that, huh?

[judgedyou]

[ ...At first, he totally thought she was like a burglar or something, but for now he's just going to watch her, eyebrow raised, kind of thinking she'd make for an interesting character. ]

He might be more inclined to answer if you weren't holding up the line, just a thought.

[causeblackouts]

Hey, did I ask your opinion? No. Unless you've seen him, I don't wanna hear it, Billy Joe. [ That's right, Dan. You look like you belong in an emo band. Elle goes back to accosting the poor barrista, who is much less persnickety and capable of handling herself than Veronica down there. ]

[judgedyou]

Huh, that's a new one, and possibly the one that's the most off the mark. [ Dan's just...going to watch some more before opening his dumb mouth again. ] What if I have seen him?

[likesroleplay]

[Elliot is running in to make her order before her shift and..runs straight into Dan before falling on her ass.]

Frick on a stick!

[judgedyou]

[ Seriously bad spot. Way to go Dan. Watch as he totally bends down to help Elliot up, because he feels guilty as fuck right now. ]

You okay?

[likesroleplay]

[Elliot takes his hand and pulls herself up, looking nervous and embarrassed. At least he's not yelling at her for being a klutz]

I'm so, so sorry. I was in a hurry and I wasn't looking and then you were there and I ran into you and I didn't mean to, I should have been paying better attention but I wasn't and I'm just sorry. I didn't hurt you or anything did I?

[judgedyou]

[ He's a judgmental boy, but he's never going to out and out yell, you're safe, Elliot. ]

It's fine. I totally took the chance that someone would run into me when I sat here, really, I'm fine, no bruises, broken bones, life-threatening injury. Did you hurt yourself when you fell?

[cyprethiaphros]

Is it me or does the service here totally blow in the un-fun way?

[judgedyou]

I don't know, for all I know one of the baristas could be giving free blowjobs on the side.

[ A beat. ]

Yeah it does.

[cyprethiaphros]

If they are, I sure as hell didn't get one. Did you?

[judgedyou]

No, it...was sarcasm, they don't unless some of them are prostitutes which are illegal so, I don't think they are.

Were you expected one?

[isamarshmallow]

One Decaf latte with a splash of starving artist, coming right up. [ That's right, it's ... everyone's favorite snarky barrista. ]

[judgedyou]

I'm not starving, seriously, I had waffles this morning. Admittedly, it's not the best breakfast, but it's really nice and makes it so I'm not starving. And plus I can't paint to save my life. [ Oh yay, this is just what he needs to deal with before his coffee. ]

[isamarshmallow]

Trust me, I recognize the aroma of NYU's liberal arts program from a mile away. You may not be starving now, but in a semester or two ... you'll be wishing we still had it on special. [ She hands his latte over the counter and grabs one of those stirring sticks that keeps the lid from spilling, offering it out to him. ] Don't sell yourself short just because painting's not your forte! Writing's just as artsy.

[judgedyou]

Considering the fact that most of my family lives on the Upper East Side, I think I'm safe from starving ever. [ He'll stare at it for a moment before taking and opening up the latte and...stirring it. ] I know it is, hence part of the reason I do it. Though, it's also because I genuinely like it and I'm actually pretty amazing at it.