INVASION AFTER INVASION

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brinleyplz:

“no, that five year old is a punk ass boss if they can handle drinking real coffee.” she corrected, crumpling the napkins into a ball before tossing it f o r w a r d. “ouch, it’s to early to be hitting me with those harsh words. i think i may have to go home and cry now. – seriously, lighten the fuck up before i ask the barista to spit in your drink.”

“real coffee is pure milk and sugar? you sure about that, boss?” he snickers while kicking the wad of napkins aside. “i mean if you really want to cry be my guest, i just think you’re looking a little puffy as it is so crying in private might be a good call.”

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brinleyplz:

with a huff slipping past her lips, she took some napkins that were placed in front of her to hold them out to the other. “god, DRAMATIC much ?” she questioned, “even a five year old would’ve taken that sip like a champ.”

staring at the napkins, he keeps his hands at his side and chooses not to acknowledge her offer. “well that five year old is a punk bitch if they drink this shit. but it’s almost like i didn’t ask, are you this five year old? i put what i drank back in so you don’t have to worry about some of it missing.”

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mclolas:

“holy….it only sounds right when i say ‘totally have it going on.’ don’t say that, you kinda sound like norman bates.” lola’s gaze shifted upwards, struggling to keep the same pace as ares. “uh, can you slow down? one stride for you is like…an entire jog for me. relax.” “who cares what other women think? trust me, chains will be in soon enough. you gotta spice it up, you know? doggy-style gets boring after a while.” she arched a brow as he mentioned freaks, feigning annoyance as she let out a gasp. “you know ares, plenty of personality freaks are freaks in bed as well. like winifred. she’s the type that’ll pull out an ak-47 while she’d riding you. the second you get to the edge, she’ll pull the trigger, boom. mhm.”

he slows down for her,  dragging his feet dramatically so she can keep up. “i can so spice it up, i just don’t feel the need to wrap my balls and wear a collar. listen, doggy-style is supposed to be the ultimate position, i read it in a magazine somewhere. women’s digest or something. also you don’t have to look at faces, some people got ugly faces... not you, but... some people. with a name like winifred you have a lot to make up for, hence the ak-47 in bed. i’m trying to bust a nut lola, not bust in general.”

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theawest:

“hey you!” thea’s face lit up at the sight of the other person. “you’re never going to believe this. so the seattle aquarium has this neat glass bottom boat experience and if you do the 10 a.m. tour, you get to feed the sharks. how cool is that? the only thing that could top it off is if they’d let us swim with them.” she had a habit of embellishing things to make them seem more exciting than they really were, and she really wanted her friend to be interested in the idea before she popped in the next question. “i was thinking you could come with? that’s if you’re not afraid of sharks because i really want to record them for my youtube vlog.” 

just as he was about to tell her to fuck off -- she caught his attention, though he wouldn’t let her know. to hide his own excitement over what thea’s just shared, he mocks her. “you know what else would be really fun? literally... anything else.” faking a yawn, he tilts his head. “but since you insist on me going, i’ll go. but you asked so you’re paying for me to get in and also snacks if i get hungry.”

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sebbryant:

his mouth opened slightly at ares rather harsh comment about sebastian’s coffee, eyebrows furrowed. “it’s a fucking latte, thank you very much. know your drinks. and you drank something that isn’t yours, so all it’s all just an accident. who likes black coffee anyway?”

he laughs rather loudly, throwing his head back dramatically and all. “a latte? oh man, i’m sorry i insulted you at all. drinking a latte is insulting enough. black coffee? real coffee drinkers, not this pansy shit you probably paid six dollars for. go drink your hot milk man.”

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celexteroxe:

celeste had to take a deep breath as she looked down at her clothes slowly, just now realizing what just happened. she brought her hands up to her eyes and slowly wiped the coffee out of from obscuring her vision. “you sound a lil angry there pal.” she said through her teeth.  

he presses his lips together into a tight line, holding back laughter as he assesses the situation. “a little? you’re right,” he nods, talking slowly so she could understand him. “you’ve got some great observation skills.”

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svmmers:

“wow, real mature.” she rolls her eyes watching as he dumps his coffee out. “we’re standing right outside the shop, why couldn’t you just ask them to fix it?” her eyebrow raises before her eyes are rolling. yes, again. “that made no sense, but okay. go ahead and waste your money, not my problem.”

“why ask them to fix it when they could have just made it right in the first place, right? i mean... black coffee is simple. you just gotta pour the coffee in the cup and don’t add shit into it.” 

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ofwinifred:

Winifred wasn’t fond of coffee -, something about the taste of the rich beans made her indisposed, instead, she chose tea as her main companion, saving the liquid in a proper bottle. Unfortunately, her tasty drink was now in someone else’s hands, Ares, to be exact; “No shit, Sherlock! It’s mine!”, Win instantly grabbed it, stealing the beverage from the male.

he stares at his empty hands in confusion before turning to look at the girl beside him. “you make a habit of taking things that aren’t yours?” he asks. “it taste like complete shit, you sure you want to take it?”

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lvwsons:

“since we’ve been buddies for years now, i feel that we’ve moved to a certain phase where i can move freely around your place and use whatever i need at the time. it comes with the friendship. and i mean, i didn’t expect you to go ahead and take a chug of a thermos you didn’t fill yourself. don’t you have lactose pills for that? because i could’ve sworn i’ve seen you eat cheese before. tell you what, next time i’ll label it. stick a big ol’ piece of tape that says violent indigestion.” 

“yeah i ate a whole block of cheese and died for two days straight. i know my limits miles, and only i can push them. also the thermos wasn’t mine anyway, i haven’t cleaned it out from that homeless guy i took it from so your coffee had a flavoring to it besides all the sugar. aw... miles... you’d do that for me? i told thea last week she was my best friend but i take it back now, it’s definitely you.”

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svmmers:

“listen, i get off in five.” she explains to the other with a sigh, her hand grasping at a pen and her pad as she tries to make it seem like she’s explaining something to a customer so her boss won’t fire her. “let’s do something. i need it. oh – and whatever you get is on me if you agree.”

pursing his lips slightly, he tilts his head at the offer. “so you mean to tell me i can get whatever i want and you’re buying? i’m gonna order the most expensive thing on the five guys menu and you have to get it.”

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mclolas:

struggling to remain stoic, lola considered walking away. she didn’t feel like laughing today. “why not? it isn’t always a competition, ares. we can be beautiful together. there are plenty of hideous people around here anyway, just own it. i’m totally awesome, and i totally have it going on, you know? so do you.”  lashes fluttered coquettishly as a devious smirk graced across her lips. “huh. idea. i’ll make you look kinda hot-gothic. eyeliner, dark lipstick, brow gel. the whole nine. i’ll even take you clothes shopping, seeing as though you’re a jolly green giant and can’t fit into any of my clothes. miles and thea are gonna be shook.”

“you totally have it going on? what is this you’re own version of stacey’s mom?” swinging his arm around her shoulders, he starts walking, pulling her along with him. ares has to bend to be closer to her height, so his stride is crooked as they walk.  “hot-gothic huh? i feel like you’re setting me up. you might be into the whole... ball and chains shit but are other women? probably not. i need me a freak in bed lola, not a freak personality wise. i might attract some girl who wears butt plug tails... the hot topic thing is out of question. maybe try it with miles, i’ll bully him into it.”

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mclolas:

disgust pulled lola’s nose upward, causing her to slide a few inches over as ares spit his coffee out. she watched his movements, or lack thereof, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “that’s foul.” lola wondered if her arrival was a blessing in disguise. if she hadn’t been here, he’d probably go and attack those employees over shitty coffee. she pressed her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, shaking her head as she straightened her back. “i genuinely don’t understand how i’m the mature one here, it’s usually the other way around.”

hearing a familiar voice, he smiles before wiping his mouth. “there’s my favorite redhead. you know you can’t always be the beautiful one lola, it’s my turn today. i just gotta put some of that lip stuff you use to make them look like pillows, and i take your place just like that. i’ll have those pillow lips.” pouring the order that wasn’t his onto the stoop outside the coffee shop, he chucks the bottle at the nearest car.

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rowanok:

rowan, who watched the whole thing go down, had decided to let the man pick up the coffee for his boss. sure enough, the spit take was oddly satisfying. “that’s my boss’ coffee. he takes it was six creams and eight sugars.”

“i mean you might as well just buy him juice at this point. shit taste like hummingbird juice, i don’t even think the sugar’s dissolved.” furrowing his brow, he hands the thermos over. “take the thing, the thermos wasn’t mine anyway.”

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lvwsons:

“that’s because it’s mine, borrowing your thermos. there were a bunch in the cabinet so i just took one. what do you think the plural word for thermos is? thermosi?” miles got lost in his own confusion and sipped more of his drink. “anyway, this works like a champ bro.” 

“you know not to touch my stuff man... and you know i’m lactose intol! are you trying to make me spend the rest of my day in the can? huh? you hate me that much i can’t go a day without violent indigestion?”

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svmmers:

“jesus, do you have to be so rude?” summer said as she rolled her eyes at the boy. “it was a mistake, mistakes happen. no one’s perfect.” except those gold souls, but summer wasn’t going to throw that in there.

he makes a face at the girl, mimicking her in a slightly higher voice than his own. “do you have to be so rude?” he snickers to himself before unscrewing his cap and dumping its contents onto the street. “i’d say you’re wrong since i’m perfect and mistakes happen, you’re here aren’t you?

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sebbryant:

the first thing sebastian did when he saw the scene in front of him was roll his eyes. how could someone be so fucking dramatic? sebastian lifted one of his hands to tap on the male’s shoulder, “uh, i think that might have been mine. it’s not a big deal, dude.”

he whips around quickly, slightly annoyed that somebody felt the need to touch him. if it were not for the laws of this land , he would have slaughtered him. but alas, he wouldn’t. “it is a big deal, if i ask for a black coffee i expect it to be black... i didn’t pay four dollars for whole milk with sugar.”

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ares spits the coffee out of his mouth as soon as he tastes it. it wasn’t because it was hot, even though it was because the brand new thermos he took really did work like the sales lady said it would, no it was because it wasn’t his. “god damn it, this isn’t my coffee!”