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Cherie Wells - twenty five

[brandon-patterson-blog]

A restraining order, hm? Slap me on the ass and call me Sally, lemme guess. Stalker? Wait—.. No! You’re a Russian spy, wait—.. Retired Russian spy and your past is coming back to haunt you, some sort of enemy and you need to keep them away, yeah? Was just deep in thought, is all. And when doors slam—..

[cheriewells]

Yes, I am taking out a restraining order -- no, do I even sound a bit Russian to you? I was never a spy, but there is a past that is catching up to me, and it comes in the form of a man that is accusing me of stealing his dog, when it was my dog when it was brought into the relationship, besides, if I were a spy do you think a restraining order would help? 

[malcolm-kit-blog]

I don’t know—.. I’m quite enjoying the view, myself.

[cheriewells]

Enjoying the view -- my dear, that’s all you’re ever going to be doing, you couldn’t handle the view. 

[brandon-patterson-blog]

Fuck—.. Sorry you startled me. You alright there, mate? What? Never been to visit the popo.

[cheriewells]

Startling you was the last thing that I intended to do -- I needed to come here to get together some information for a restraining order. I’ve been to the ‘popo’ station before, have you though, you scare a bit easily. 

[umhayden-blog]

I wish I could come up with some incredibly creative excuse for my absence over the past few days, but I’m gonna be straight up honest — I bought Grand Theft Auto Five and I may or may not have been cooped up in my room excessively playing it. When I stepped outside just before, I was a bit concerned I was legitimately going to burn in the sunlight, like a vampire or something. —.. I survived, though, just incase you were wondering. 

[umhayden-blog]

[cheriewells]

You need to get things together, Hay... It’s not healthy to sit and play video games for days on end, like I said you can always come work at the cafe to get out a bit...

[eveleigh-willows-blog]

Then that’s just wrong! Because Logan makes the best coffee in all of the world, it’s a subject I vehemently believe in! You can be pretty intimidating, Miss C. Which isn’t a bad thing! It’s a good thing. You exude confidence. You think so? Thanks! You’re pretty hot too! Or is that a bad thing to say to your boss? I’m so sorry. But you are very beautiful! I like your—.. Everything! Oi—.. What’s that note ‘bout! Can we track this person down and hit them on the head with all three copies? There’s one for each of us!

[cheriewells]

She does make the best coffee, she may be a little bitter herself, but that's the kind of people that I need working here. You have to be able to deal with my attitude, it's just how it works. It's why you two are my favourites out of the whole staff, which reminds me next meeting -- I have to fire the two new girls, they are just not working out ---... maybe I am a bit intimidating, but it's with good intent. No! It's not a bad thing, I am hot and I am very self aware of that fact. We can go hit them with the book though, there has to be some way to figure out who this person is. 

[arabellagdi-deactivated20160223]

Honestly, going to the nail salon is mental torture. I mean, the gesture is nice and all, but does she not understand that being strictly lesbian means you have no desire to fondle a dick? Maybe it’s not common sense for everybody or perhaps she’s just beyond ignorant, either way I guess you should just get a vagina tatted on your forehead so maybe she’ll get the message. As for drinks after an experience like the one I had today, I can’t possibly pass that up!

[cheriewells]

No, I don't think it's common sense to her -- seriously, she needs to realize that I am not having any of her drug addict cousins dick. Do people even actually have common sense? That's the true question that I would like to know, because if they do -- maybe they would stop being utterly and intolerably stupid. That is a very bold move, I might even all a little bit of a flourish to it, "straight up," and then an arrow pointing to the vagina. Good, I didn't think you could pass it up, I would have to question your sanity if you did. 

[sweetlyjulianne]

That’s real considerate of you— you know, since you really, really don’t have to. But— thanks. Are you serious? That’s an extremely ridiculous case, should we print a frozen warning on the iced drink cups, too? Tell me she didn’t win.

[cheriewells]

I know I don't have too, but you're the new kid on the black and I think I was overly mean to you to begin with, for no apparent reason at all. So that's a peace offering to you, a bit of advice and a job well done. You're getting what you want, and I think that's what matters in life. We probably should, apparently people are fucking stupid and it can't be handled. 

[cheriewells]

You know, I don’t think you have actual x-ray vision right now. Have you seen anything good in the past three minutes, or would me doing this actually get you to turn away for even the slightest second? I’m trying to organize here. 

[natalicdormer]

[timid]

[cheriewells]

COLD COFFEE ☾ TATUM CHERIE

Her legs were tucked neatly underneath her, as she huddles even more in her arm rest, the cafe closed about an hour ago -- but she was soaking up any heat that she could get before she had to head upstairs to her apartment, the heat had been broken for about two weeks now, the only radiating warmth being the large faux fireplace that lined the back wall. The blonde would sit down here for hours after the doors had been locked and the girls went home, the big surround system lulling out the softest music as she read, or in this for instance; texted. Clicking out quick letters, watching them appear across the screen, her blue orbs flicking over the ones that were returned to her. 

A small smile spread across her lips, uncurling herself from the arm chair and adjusting the grey sweater across her body and falling down to barely touch the fabric of her black tights -- it only took a few strides for her to cross the wood floors, creaking as her weight slightly displaced the loose boards. She had to get those tightened, there was a lot of small things that she needed to get fixed about the cafe -- it was hers, she was proud of it, but the ancient building had it's flaws. All she could ask for was that it wasn't crumbling around her; so far, that was working out. 

Unlocking the door, she glanced back down at her phone that was clutched in her hand, they'd been out of the sweater sleeve too long, flushing around her fingers in the slightest chill. She had such an interest in Tatum, the dark haired beauty made a part of her glow -- the smallest part, she enjoyed her company... every part of her company, sending her jumping at any chance to hang out with her more than she did on the regular basis. It seemed like a lot, but her only being around her during the work hours... grew tiresome, leaving her to start inviting her over more. 

Quips filled the room quickly as she clicked the fireplace remote, turning up the heat onto the highest setting as she walked past towards the coffee machine. Going through the most unorganized box of coffee bricks, damning whoever had let them get this way silently under her breath. Quickly grabbing the coffee marker to write a memo on the side of the box to remind whoever was on in the morning to organize them properly, pressing the marker hard enough that it bled out into the cardboard. Cherie had messed it up even further, but they didn't need to know that. As the blonde emptied the brick into the coffee maker, the soft click of the door brought her eyes immediately, feeling them light up with a smile that even her lips were behind on. "Isn't it the prettiest girl in the land," she smirked, biting down on her lip, drawing it back between her teeth. "I made your favourite kind of coffee, I hope you're not too cold -- I'm trying to warm it up more in here." 

[cheriewells]

TEXT ✉ Tatum ⇄ Cherie

Tatum: i've hardly noticed the absence of that sweater, but mostly because i would rather see you in it && warm in that cold café.

Tatum: The first theory has some truth to it, maybe. Care to fill the empty feeling?

Cherie: It is quite the warm sweater, It does get drafty in here, as you know if the faux fireplace isn't on.

Cherie: Well, you could ditch your friends and then just make your way over to the cafe?

Cherie: I have the fireplace on and I can make something to drink, you know I'm always good for that.

[cheriewells]

TEXT ✉ Tatum ⇄ Cherie

Tatum: i'm out with some friends && realized that maybe i might be missing something, but i don't know what exactly. care to help???

Cherie: Could it be little old me?

Cherie: Or the sweater that I still have of yours?

Cherie: I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with the latter though.

[arabellagdi-deactivated20160223]

I swear, each time I go to the nail salon I hear the weirdest shit. Last week, it was some lady talking about her crazy ass fetishes and now— an old woman told the nail technician that her nail length was perfect and she barely left marks on her husbands back while they were doing the dirty. Mind you, this woman was about sixty years old. I didn’t know that was even possible.. Jesus Christ, for time spent trying to pamper myself I feel like I need a pint more than ever.

[cheriewells]

The past few times that I went to the nail salon, I always go to see the same lady — of course, if I didn’t I would have to trust another idiot with my nails, I need claws for a reason and she knows how I love them. Either way, whenever I go to see her she tries to set me up with her ‘party cousin, that needs to find his way again.’ He dropped out of college and as she says, he’s just gone crazy, dropped out of school, spends to much money and whatever else. She wants me to fix him because I’m so successful, trying to explain to her that I’m a lesbian every time is getting tiresome. I need a drink every damn time this goes on, so just let me know next time and we’ll drink together after.

[loml-logan]

Shit, boss looks like we better just give up and shut down. I didn’t even know we had a comments box. What does it even say about me?

[cheriewells]

I have a few about you that say you're rude and dismissive and there was an old lady that you were arguing with, because she didn't know how to order a latte properly and you made it taste disgustin---...

[eveleigh-willows-blog]

A’right—.. I’m going to read the next one. “my coffee tasted too” I don’t know that word—.. Coffee-ee? What do they mean? Christ, why did you put in a complaints box, these are awful. “the waitresses are too hot, like my coffee.” I’m so done with these—..

[cheriewells]

I think that means that the coffee had too many beans in it; making it more poignant. I don't know why I put in a complaints box, I think most people are too scared of me to actually talk to me about their complaints, so I wanted to see what people thought about this place. You guys are pretty hot, I hired well; here's another one, "you have three copies of pride and prejudice no ones going to read that flop of a book." Are you kidding me, these have to be pranks. 

[milxdxnxvan-blog]

You don’t think I’m sexy? Whatever shall I do? How shall I cope! This is the end for me folks, this is the fucking end. Uh—.. that’s fucking offensive to anybody who has autism or tourettes you insensitive cock blowing fly egg. You’re not even the fly. You’re the fucking fly egg. 

[cheriewells]

Keep playing it up, you're fuck you attitude is a real treat to me right now -- like a delicious little cherry on top of a pathetic mud pie. It's offensive to people who actually have the disease because you're miserably inadequate compared to them, it doesn't take much to read you and your insults? Is that what that was supposed to be?