[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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HoH--Sunday

[pickinurpockets]

Everyone at school was talking about the House of Hair salon, and well, Rikku needed to get her sheet of hair trimmed (but not cut--she was too close to her goal to get it cut) and she was thinking about getting a few different colored streaks put in. Green, maybe, and maybe red. Blue in a few spots. Hopefully the stylist could give her some advice.

She pushed open the door, suddenly feeling very much out of her element. This place was seriously fancy. Hopefully, what she wanted wasn't too expensive.

And, hey, the receptionist was cute. Not cute enough to beat Harry, but still cute.

"Hi! Uh, can you tell me how much it'd cost to get a trim and maybe some streaks put in?" she asked, bouncing up to the desk.

[godofcologne]

This was the third time Antoine had sung that song today, and Thomas was ready to stick his head into the big blue jar of disinfectant. But then the door opened and a (really cute) blonde girl walked in, and he visibly brightened. "Of course, cutie," he answered, looking down at the binder he kept on the table, that kept the prices of all the salon's services.

"Just a trim and some streaks..." He eyed the binder then closed it, leaning conspiratorially in to the girl. "Tell you what, Antoine charges way too much for a haircut anyway. How about we say $15 for the trim and $4 for every streak you want to put in? Sounds reasonable?"

[pickinurpockets]

"Reasonable, yeah, but can you do that?" Rikku asked, leaning in. Wow, he smelled good. "I don't want anyone getting fired or anything!"

[godofcologne]

Thomas shrugged, but a second glance at the girl made him change his mind. She sounded so earnest that he felt a little bad just brushing it off like he normally would. "You're a student at the big private school, right?" he guessed. There didn't seem to be that many teenagers around who weren't. "Don't worry about it. I convinced Antoine to give you guys student discounts." He nodded at an older woman that was in one of the salon chairs and gave Rikku a wink.

"I mean, it's not like you guys have had a hundred years to hoard money like that old dragon, right?"

[hinderingkoala]

Hokuto had been meaning to come in and get her hair styled and a little trim since before she had left. She had actually had an appointment to get her hair done, but that had been the same day that Subaru had left for America and as vain as the Japanese girl could be there were some things that were more important than her hair appointment. Not many, but some things

[godofcologne]

On the one hand, Antoine had finally gotten tired of Cats. On the other, he had decided to move on to Phantom of the Opera and was now waltzing around with one of the model heads serenading it. Maybe he could move to Starbucks full-time...

But then a girl came in, and the fact that his boss was really kind of weird was pushed aside by the rest of Thomas' libido brain. "I think so. I'm Thomas, the only one who answers phones around here," he answered. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't peg down a name... A glance down at the appointment book helped. "Are you Miss Sumeragi?" He might have butchered that a lot little.

[hinderingkoala]

"That's me, but Hokuto is fine." Like that would be any easier for him to wrap his tongue around, not that she didn't want to see him try. Come to think of it, there were a couple of things she wouldn't mind seeing him wrap his tongue around, but the flirting could wait, she had just met him after all. And besides, he might not even like girls, which would be a pity, but oh well, it happened.

A quick glance back at the dancing stylist had her giggling into one hand, but she got herself to stop as she pulled her gloves off, nodding at him. "So do I get a show with my styling too? That's certainly different."

[godofcologne]

"It's a pleasure, Hokuto." That was a little better. Only a little mangling. He grinned widely at her. "I promise, if you keep coming back, I'll get better at it."

Thomas followed her glance over at Antoine and sighed. He swore that the man was playing it up. Nobody could be that flamboyant all the time, right? "The House of Hair is a full service salon," he quipped. "Styling and a show. Though I think he'll put down the plastic head when it's your turn."

Starbucks

[summerandthrall]

Elaine didn't venture into town as much as she did when she had first arrived at the school. She had finally settled into a (somewhat awkward) way of life, and had adjusted accordingly. Classes were fine and nowhere near as dull as she had thought "real" school would be, she had a better grasp on her powers (illusions of invisibility were still her strong suit, but she was beginning to branch out into different aspects of her power), and socially...well, she didn't exactly have a large circle of friends, but there were people she liked and talked to, even if she didn't count them as close friends

[godofcologne]

The bell attached to the door had given Thomas warning, so he didn't fall on his ass when a feminine voice spoke up. He finished drawing a brown blob reindeer brown blob on the blackboard next to the word 'Mocha', then pocketed the chalk, running his hands under the faucet before turning to the new customer.

He grinned almost involuntarily at the sight of her, somehow managing to straddle the line between 'cute' and 'hot'. "You don't. I just have to learn the language to work here," he replied. "Can I get you something, or would you like a translator first?"

[summerandthrall]

She was looking down and digging in her wallet when Thomas turned to reply to her, fishing for a few dollar bills. Really, did these coffee menu items have to be so expensive?

"Do you guys have simple black coffee?" She looked up with a raised eyebrow and small laugh, catching Thomas's eye and seemed unfazed by his smile. "Or is it called a this-is-ridiculous-cafefrappimocha?"

[godofcologne]

"Coffee we've got," Thomas reassured her. He eyed the grinders, then added with a grin. "Would you like Fair Trade Java, Sumatra, or the Morning Blend?" As if that wasn't enough, he added helpfully, "Drip brew, French press, or the new Clover brew?"

Starbucks

[stopitstorm]

Storm walked in and beamed. This wasn't her usual sort of coffee house, but when in America...

"Hallo! Do you serve Turkish coffee?"

She peered at the menu, somewhat confused. Why on Earth would anyone water down perfectly good expresso?

[godofcologne]

The barista who had been tasked with writing the specials had misspelled "Peppermint", and Thomas was busy trying to correct it when the question came from behind him. "One second!" he called over his shoulder, hurriedly filling in the rest of the word. Once it was done, he set the chalk aside and wiped his hand on a damp washcloth as he apologized, "Sorry, just had to finish up or everyone will think we have Pepper Mocha."

He glanced at his little cheat sheet tacked up behind the bar, that told him all the drinks they served and in what proportions, and frowned. "Turkish coffee?" he repeated, glancing over the sheet again. Nope. He gave Storm an rueful smile. "I don't think I'm familiar with that particular order, miss. But if you can describe it I can see what I can do?"

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?"