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[tearslikejules-blog]

Coffee Shop Refuge || Lana + Jules

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A snow storm raged outside of the coffee shop. After class, Julius wanted a warm beverage to take home, and before he knew it a storm raged outside of the store. It would have been ridiculous to even try to face the storm, so he had to stay within the coffee shop walls. All other students had been bright enough to head home, so the store was mostly empty, just the sound of workers. The defy boredom, he read the school newspaper, noticing the name, Lana Morrison.  The head of the school newspaper, and another famous starlet student. She was a year younger than him, so he hardly ever saw her. On that note, he looked up, and noticed sitting three tables away him was the actual Lana Morrison.  Speak of the devil he thought to himself. He'd never heard much about her, but she was a looker. "Is your dorm far too?" Jules wasn't usually the guy to strike up conversation, but they were only two sitting within this store. Getting to know her might help him find connections to famous kids who want to get tattoos, his ultimate goal. There wasn't much left to lose. 

[ffsbart-blog]

{ welcome to hell ;; bart & lana }

"Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio."

      The day had started off rather poorly for Bart Stuckenschneider. He’d woken up late due to ignoring his alarm clock, and because of that skipping breakfast was a must. Class was boring and as uneventful as ever, and just when he thought he was finally free of boring things he remembered he’d made a deal with the Devil. He had to help Lana Morrison clean up the mess he probably had a part in making.

      To be quite honest, he couldn’t exactly remember. But he was pretty sure he must have at least contributed to the idea. He did a lot of stuff he did not remember when he was drunk, so he would not be surprised if this was another. And he might have found a receipt for a lot of sour cream. Either way, if he did not want to be told on he had to help. Clean up disgusting, old sour cream and pay to have this month's issue of the Quarterly reprinted. The latter wasn’t a problem at all, he was definitely not hurting on money thanks to his last name. However the cleaning thing? That sounded less than appealing, and he had half a mind to just go back to his room and fall asleep.

      But, no, he had basically promised so he'd show up.

     With a sigh, the blonde stretched his arms above his head, mentally preparing himself for what probably was going to end up being a long evening. He left his last classroom and mournfully turned down a couple of friend's offer to go grab some dinner. "I've got to go be productive and help someone clean." He'd said before sulking off, continuing down the hallway.

     Eventually he came to the door that led into the clubroom, and he pushed the door open. The lock wasn't fixed yet, but surely it would be soon enough. Looking around, he made a disgusted face. "I'm gonna throw up," he said to himself, he didn't like sour cream when it was fresh. "God..." He should have brought gloves.

      Spotting the dark-haired girl who he'd crossed, he gave a grin. "So, you wouldn't happen to own a couple pairs of bio-hazardous suits, would ya?" His attempt at a joke; breaking the ice. "I know you said it was disgusting, but this is beyond that..."