RP: Something Familiar

[astrid_keller]

Date: Saturday, January 15, 2011
Characters: Astrid Keller and Open
Location: Starbucks on West 7th
Status: Public
Summary: Astrid's already done with Texas, but at least she can get a decent cup of coffee.
Completion: Complete

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[thepressson]

Normally, Stephen wouldn't ever step foot in a place like Starbucks. He liked coffee just fine but he wasn't really one to tell the difference between instant and barista brewed. It was a rainy Saturday though and he was hung-over from Jose's birthday the night before and coffee, no matter where it came from, was much needed.

He hurried inside the cafe, talking on the phone with Chuck all the while. "Hey, man, I know there's a game on now," Stephen replied, annoyed. "I already told ya I've picked the Ravens n' I ain't changing my mind no matter what you say." Chuck always argued with Stephen's picks for games even if Stephen's choices were the undeniable winners. Something of an on-going inside joke they'd had since freshmen year. He walked up to stand in the line, blessedly short, and dropped his voice as he spoke into the phone. "I'm in Starbucks now--ha, fuck you, asshole--and I'll be there in ten."

[astrid_keller]

Astrid looked over her shoulder at the sound of a voice coming up behind her in line. He wasn't bad looking, though he had a bit too much "Texas jock" look for him to really be her type. That, and he was obviously talking sports. God, what was it with these people and their lame choices of entertainment? At least in L.A. the guys liked sports and dancing.

She didn't care for making enemies before she knew what they were all about, though, and for all she knew, this guy could be the king of the state. "I didn't know coffee and football went together," she said, smiling at him as he hung up his phone. It was a stab in the dark on whether she'd chosen the right sport, but she thought it was a pretty good one. "But then, I'm new around here, so there's a lot I don't know."

Astrid flashed another smile and then turned back toward the counter again, leaving her body tilted just enough to signal that the conversation didn't have to be over.

[thepressson]

Stephen tucked his phone into his coat pocket and glanced up at the menu behind the counter. All he wanted was a cup of coffee not any of this weird stuff he couldn't pronounce. When the blonde in front of him in line started talking his eyes widened a little and he glanced down at her in surprise. Of course he noticed her, she was pretty after all, but he never suspected she'd talk to him.

"They don't really," Stephen replied, looking away from the menu to look back at the blonde. He could tell she wasn't from around here the moment she spoke. "Coffee and hangovers go rather well, though."

[astrid_keller]

Football it was, then. It was good to know she hadn't lost her skills, even being transplanted against her will. As he continued, Astrid laughed a little, giving him a knowing smile. "Ah, yes. Now that I do know. The stronger, the better."

Astrid looked up at the menu for a moment, as if she didn't already know what she wanted. She didn't want him to think he had her whole focus, or that she was desperate for someone to talk to. Maybe her social life had been ridiculously barren since landing in...what was the name of that town? Joshua. God, what kind of name for a city was that? Well, lame social life or not, there wasn't going to be any doubt of who had the upper hand in this little interaction. Not that she'd give him any reason to wonder

[maureengibbons]

Maureen stepped into line, her bag tossed over her shoulder and laden down with books. God, she needed a caffeine hit.

She had just gotten off her first Saturday shift at the diner and was headed home when she had taken a wrong exit somewhere. Rather than try to navigate her way back and potentially end up further lost, she had pulled into the first Starbucks, grabbed her bag, and figured she might as well do some studying in a warm, dry place.

Looking around, Maureen frowned. This may not be the place though. Everyone looked so much younger than her, something that she still wasn't used to.

[astrid_keller]

It wasn't exactly L.A., but Astrid couldn't make herself leave. For all its faults, the one thing you could say about Starbucks was that it was consistent. Familiar sights and smells, familiar lines of people ordering ridiculously complicated drinks. Stupid as it seemed, she loved it. It wasn't DFW night life, but she'd be marking this location in her GPS. You could always count on coffee

[maureengibbons]

Maureen took her mocha from the barista and looked around. The place was busy and she really didn't want to go back to her car.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a young woman sitting by herself. She looked slightly familiar - maybe Maureen had been in a class with her last semester? Well any way, maybe Maureen could sit with her. The table looked large enough that she could pull out her Algebra book without disturbing her possible companion.

She approached the table with a friendly smile, waiting patiently for the woman to make eye contact with her. "Hi. I'm Maureen." She offered her hand. "Do you mind if I share your table? It's really packed in here."

[astrid_keller]

Astrid scanned the room again, and she caught the eyes of an older woman. Pretty, definitely without any sort of obnoxious look about her. Maybe not all that interesting on the surface, but not someone she minded sharing a table with. She smiled her best public smile and took the proffered hand.

"Astrid," she said. "Go ahead. You'll save me from having to turn down sweaty running man." She nodded toward the guy in the sweatpants, who she'd realized had been out for a run, after another minute of studying the atrocity that was his outfit. It was the ipod on his arm that gave it away.