“you left me all alone... when I need you most. and for that, you’re a selfish bitch.”

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@vivian-becton
“you left me all alone... when I need you most. and for that, you’re a selfish bitch.”
alexambrosias:
“Look, I just wanted a clubhouse sandwich without the lettuce, is that so hard?” he argued, waving the laminated paper in the air as he spoke. “And add more cheese and more tomatoes and no olives. Seriously, it can’t be that difficult to remember.”
“Listen ---” Vivian’s fingers were pressed against her temples to sooth the oncoming migraine. “Sandwiches come as-is, this is a coffee shop. We’re in the business of making coffee, not sandwiches.” She made sure to speak slowly, hoping the guy would get it through his thick scull this time. “You’re free to come around the counter and do whatever you want to your sandwich -- fucking put a whole avocado in it for all I care -- but as long as I’m standing here, you get your sandwich how it’s served to you.”
sagelavrent:
“ — The way I see it, you could use the business. ” It wasn’t like Sage to be outwardly rude toward anyone, but the lieutenant had spent the better half of forty-eight hours at the fire department trying going over protocol, running his course on scene of a structure fire and filling out a mountain of paperwork in between. “ Look, I don’t have time for this. I have some kids comin’ down for a tour. Just…give me whatever you got. ”
Vivian rolled her eyes at the notion of her ‘needing the business’. Fuck the business that she was forced into wasting thirteen years of her life in -- all for the guilt of trying to steal a couple of pastries and sugar packets. The guy hit a nerve to say the least, and she would’ve given him an ear full -- if only he were incorrect about her needing the business. “Never tell me what I can or can not use,” she slammed the cup in front of him, bits of steaming black liquid lapping over the sides. “--- you could use a hair cut -- but you don’t hear me saying that do you?”
norareids:
Nora knew the frustration the women behind the counter was feeling, she knew it well. Having only worked at Starbucks for a month now, she still had to deal with stupid overly picky customer. An amused played on her lips as she watched the customer in front of her shuffled away, “Yikes,” she laughed a bit putting two dollar bills on the counter, “I’ll be much easier, just a medium black coffee.”
"Like, who sells calorie free chai latte?” Vivian fumed over it a little before fixing the younger woman. “Sorry, it’s just that we get some of the most ridiculous orders,” she shook her head. “Would you like that here to-go, Short Cakes?”
ofdcvercaux:
remi rolled her eyes, sliding back the menu. “ just give me the biggest espresso you got. “ she sighed, dragging a hand down her face in attempt to rub the exhaustion from her skin. “ what ever happened to customer hospitality? “
“Option one then,” she scribbled down the order, “smart and pretty,” she said, flashing a tight smile before cranking the espresso machine. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Love, but this isn’t the business of kissing ass. That one’s two blocks over.”
sammerccr:
A slight twitch of his right eye betrayed Samuel’s growing anger as his gaze shifted, once again, across the clusters of options that littered the menu boards. “Maybe it’d be easier if your options were listed in plain English instead of that shit coffee shop jargon. If I wanted to be confused about sizes, I could’ve visited Starbucks.” It wasn’t like Samuel to show his anger, he usually let it stir in his stomach until he was alone and able to handle it himself, but nothing today had worked in his favor. “Just give me a large black coffee.”
“My late friend and mentor, Martha Angela, wrote that menu---” she began to defend the menu that was plagued with the coffee lingo and the doodads, but it was too early for all of that and she genuinely lacked the energy to give a damn. “Fuck it. She’s dead, and you’re right, it’s shit.” She let out an exhausted sigh as the coffee machine roared alive. “For here or to-go?”
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ladyshaem:
“I’m afraid I didn’t catch the names, didn’t pay that much attention.” Shae muttered under her breath. “But did you say your ex would yap about his wife? –Why were you with him then?”
“Ah, you know, the thrill of dating a spouse. I find spouses quite fascinating. Would never get a spouse of my own of course - bleugh! However, married people are an intriguing breed of people. At least in my opinion.” She smiled, “why do you ask?”
greys-jc:
Her tone definitely caught JC off guard. Forgive him, but he wasn’t well versed in what all the new coffee drinks were. Mocha? Americano? He had no idea what all of these drinks were, and her harsh words only snapped him from his trance of wondering what they could be, causing him to jump just slightly. “Uhm, crap, sorry.” He muttered, peering up at the menu board. “Do you have just, like, regular coffee? Like… Black coffee? Is that still a thing?”
The kid looked like a guppy out of water, flip flopping away in the atmosphere untrodden. It was a little amusing at first, seeing the confused look on his face, but after a certain amount of time had passed, a few customers in line had already entered and exited - unamused. Although it led Vivian to snap, she immediately felt bad afterwards --- plus she couldn’t afford another bad review on “Yelp!”. “Look,” she sighed, “you look lost, so allow me to be your official coffee guide. On the scale of the coffee drinker spectrum, where do you find yourself? Aficionado, seasoned drinker, coffee whore, coffee-aholic, occasional sipper, noobie or coffee virgin?
“--- Gotcha’, virgin.” She said before allowing him space for a response, scribbling it on a piece of paper. “Next question, what sort of taste appeal to your palate? Bitter, salty, sweet or sour?”
He thought his day couldn’t possibly get worse. Not after literally forgetting the date and what it meant, if only for a moment, before he was kindly reminded by that call from his former in laws. A cup of coffee would’ve made it better, had it not been for his crashing into someone else as he walked out the door. “Shit!” He let out as the hot liquid spilled on his shirt and hand. “I am so terribly sorry, are you okay?”
She jumped back in response to the questionable state of the liquid in his hand, and rather it plotted to attack her or not. “One second ---” she said while checking for any damages done to her, “Nope, I’m good. However, you sir look like you could use some cold water... and a grief counselor --- did you see a ghost?” she said, concern laced in her tone.
“Honestly, when do kids start despising their parents? Because I thought that didn’t come until their teenage years. I’m not ready for all the angsty eye rolls and “you’re ruining my life” screams.” Gwendolyn let a pensive sigh escape her slightly parted lips as she ran a hand through her messy, dark curls. They then pulled their hair into a haphazard bun, trying to get it out of their face. Glancing down to their half drunken latter, the engineer let a moment of silence pass between them before they started again. “It’s the first day of school right? And so naturally, I drop my kids off and then, when I bend down to kiss my son, he backs away and claims I’m going to embarrass him?! Is this a normal thing?” Gwendolyn then tucked a strand of clumsy hair that fell into her face, angrily behind her ear as she already felt fed up at the notion that was forementioned. “Look I’m no helicopter mom, trust me. I stay as far away as possible from those PTA mothers, mostly because I can’t bake to save my life. But honestly. I did bring him into this world, he could be a little more appreciative.”
“Hey you’re asking the wrong gal for parenting advice,” Vivian shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, fucking detest children, rarely get involved with them in the first place, little devils freak me the hell out.” She shuddered from the thought. As the other continued their rant, Vivian leaned in with an attentive ear... mostly due to the fact that watching them be flustered about a child refusing to kiss them back was, at most, amusing. “If it grants you any consolation however, his annoyance will turn into appreciation --- unless he remains a dick in his adulthood.”
“Well I see it this way --- you have two options: One, pick something from the variety of options listed on the menu provided --- or two, get the hell out my shop.” Yeah business wasn’t exactly booming these day at the coffee shop, but that didn’t mean she’d bend over backwards for the sake of her overly choosy or difficult customers.
Losing a big client to a competitor was probably the only thing that could positively ruin Luca’s day. He wasn’t ready to go home just yet, despite the fact that he was supposed to have been home two hours ago, but he needed some peace and quiet. Sitting by the bar, a nearly empty glass in his hand, no one had disturbed him so far – at least not until he felt a presence beside him and a deep sigh fell from his lips. “I’ll happily put your drinks on my tab if you go find someplace else to sit,” he muttered, downing the rest of the content in his glass. “I’m serious.”
Vivian hardly noticed the stranger sulking beneath the dimmed lighting of the bar. She only pulled up beside him to get a better shot at grabbing the bartender's attention. If she did notice him, his presence meant little importance to her and was purely out of coincidence.
“Deal,” she responded after considering his offer. She’d be a fool to take a pass on free drinks --- and she wasn’t a fool, she was an opportunist. “--- hey kiddo!” She greeted the bartender who finally noticed her, “I’ll be having the ‘expensive’ stuff today --- ‘cause this guy’s takin’ the tab,” she gestured towards the guy beside her with her thumb.
Remy liked todays like this. It was the perfect fall day. The cafes were all starting to sell their fall drinks, which was a favorite. That’s why she found herself at one of the coffee shops in town. “I can’t wait for Halloween!” Remy exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. “Best time of the year, you know.”
“Why’s that, Sugar Pie?” Vivian leaned from over the across the counter of her coffee shop as if to show that she was being more attentive.
Olivia had been trying to locate the closest pet store when she’d been completely distracted by a couple who clearly didn’t know the meaning of too much PDA, as they were basically swallowing one another whole. With her arms crossed over her chest, she couldn’t help but stop dead in her tracks, her gaze locked on the couple in complete fascination. “Ten bucks says one of them is going to swallow the other,” she quickly said to the person nearby once she heard footsteps. “I’ll place my bet on the guy, he seems too into it.”
A previously bored Vivian was awoken by the shiny bright invitation of the bet. “50 bucks and drinks on me say you don’t have the balls to split them up,” she counter bet.
Noah sighed softly as he looked up from the rough draft he had been attempting to jot down as he drank his coffee. He took a sip of the drink before spotting someone nearby, “You know, I was trying to get ahead of the game, impress my professors by being the guy that’s got everything together so I might get a teaching fellowship next year but … I think my brain’s just not ready to kick back in after the break yet.”
Vivian blinked a few times, unable to follow. “ Is that a new way of saying you’d like a refill. or...?,” she gestured towards his coffee, a puzzled expression painted on her face.