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& b kirby.

“What is with people in this town and having butterfingers, hmm? Does no one know how to hold a cup of coffee without it getting on yourself or someone else?” the redhead shook her head as her immediate reaction. Baby rolled her eyes in frustration as she looked down at her fully covered blouse. “Fuck, are you for real? This is Versace. Ugh, doing better doesn’t help at all.” The woman had her own cup in one hand and the other hand titled her sunglasses from the bridge of her nose to rest on the top of her head. “What could you possibly even be thinking about that makes you blind anyway?” she asked. Not that she particiulary was focused on the answer to the question, but interested in seeing if there was an answer in the first place.

“ I don’t know, maybe it’s contagious or something ?? A residential requirement ?? ” As his attempt at humor clearly didn't land, Quint grasped his arms behind his back, an old tick when he got nervous. “ I –– you’re right. Can I get it dry cleaned for you, or something ?? I’m really sorry. I wish I had a good excuse, but I was trying to remember my grocery list, I was just on my way to run errands. I should’ve written it down, stupid. I’m glad I your coffee is still in tact, though –– not that it’s much consolation. ”

#& b kirby.#& disc.

& k vera‌.

“Not unless you have a spare shirt on you that fits me,” Kelsea responded after a few moments of fanning the bottom of her shirt. It wasn’t the shirt she cared about but she was already late to opening up the flower shop and now would have to go back home to change. She took a deep breathe and smiled at the person in front of her before speaking again, “It’s fine. I was joking— mostly. Accidents happen.”

“ Come to think of it, I saw an infomercial a few years ago for a shirt that can be folded up really small and becomes portable –– kind of like one of those tiny tote bags –– and I thought to myself then ‘what’s the use’ but apparently it was exactly for this moment. Which is to say that I perhaps should have pulled the plug on said purchase, but unfortunately I did not, sorry. ” As he rambled on, Quint started to become aware of the fact that the person in front of him maybe actually have somewhere to be, and yet his mouth could close. “ I’m really, very sorry. I can run home and bring something back for you, if you’d like ?? ”

#& k vera.#& disc.

& e timmes.

“You have too much faith in me, Quin,” Ellie offered a smile while looking down at the puppy. She continued to scratch Rowley’s head while putting her attention to Boomer, seeing that he wanted to just jump around and play with the other dog. “He came with the name,” she answered before standing up straight and straightening out her clothes. She always did enjoy the company of the male. There was just something about him that sparked a light wherever he was. “You know, you can always bring him over to visit when I’m home. I wouldn’t mind that one bit.”

“ Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think it would be actively difficult to have too much faith in you, El. ” A smile tugged on the end of his lips before Quint turned his attention back to the energetic dog in front of him, and his namesake was becoming all the more clear. “ Oh, I see. I thought that maybe he was named for the Baby Boomers, the favorite generation of most millennials. ” Quint quizzically returned his gaze to the brunette in front of him. “ While that is a nice offer, I can’t say that I’m trying to wrack up extra veterinary debt here, Doc. ”

#& e timmes.#& disc.

& l gray‌.

“Well the story is about the journalist who wrote an article about CIA’s agent revealing their true iddentity and then refused to tell the govrernor who was her sourse. But it’s all I’m going to tell you. I don’t want to ruin your the pleasure of reading.” Larissa smiled and took the book from his hands. She didn’t remember Quint pretty well and she didn’t know him enough but at the same time she realized he would give her an honest opinion and this is what she needed right now. “Hm, I think I’m gonna give a try to Mythology. And when you tell me what do you think about the script, I’m going to tell you what I think about the book. Deal?”

“ Oh, damn. That sounds incredible, and like a really cool opportunity. Don’t take this the wrong way, but this is kind of different from the stuff that you usually do, right ?? ” As Quint began to thumb through the script, the reality of the situation in which he found himself began to settle in around him. This was something completely unimaginable to him, growing up in Knoxville, as blessed as he was then –– and it wasn’t like he had ended up in LA, or anything. “ That sounds like a good deal. I have to tell you though, Mythology is not only a perennial classic, but my mom gave it to me, so try not to be too harsh. ”

#& l gray.#& disc.

& e timmes.

“And not in public,” she pointed out with a small laugh. As soon as her skin stopped feeling like it was on fire, she let go of her shirt, it now clinging to her body. Sighing, she just let her hands fall down to her sides. “Now’s the time that I wished you were into iced coffee. Of course there might’ve been some other issues, but at least I’m wearing a bra.” Closing her eyes, she slowly shook her head, why would she even say that? Picking her head up to meet his gaze, she tilted her head to the side. “Just for this – I’m stealing one of your shirts and it better be the best damn cappuccino that I’ve ever had in my life.” Ellie teased, giving him a soft smile. “Were you headed home, or did this just ruin your set plans?”

“ I can’t believe that you would bring up iced coffee in my presence –– you know that it is an absolute abomination, and if I didn’t know better, I would almost think that this is retaliation for... well, for what I just did. Sorry again. ” Quint had trouble disregarding the clothing as it began to really stick to her body, though he did his best to repress that by focusing instead on the feeling of the warm milk settling in on his skin. “ I was thinking I could walk you to your home and you could put on one of your shirts, but if lending one of my coveted t-shirts to you is what makes this right, I suppose that I shouldn’t fight that. I was just about to run some errands –– coffee was my first stop. I’m happy to take a detour, though. ”

#& e timmes.#& disc.

& c dashwood‌.

after putting in 80 hours the past week at the shop, conrad was silently relieved when a couple of his best employees urged him to take the day off. he’d arrived pretty early to open the store & planned on sticking around for a few more hours, but instead he found himself with a day off. it was deserved, he tells himself to feel better about leaving a couple of his employees to finish off the day. having the day off though was relieving & the first thing he’d wanted was a coffee that wasn’t the folgers brewed at the shop - which he actually really liked. the coffee at deja brew though - that’d hit the spot right now. loosing himself in his thoughts & admittedly not paying as much attention as he should’ve as he rounded a corner, he was caught very much by surprise when he ran into someone. “ fuck ! ” he rarely curses, but hot coffee had spilled over himself & the other. he looks up from the mess on his shirt & even some on his pants. “ quint, ” he shakes his head, hands brushing at his now wet shirt, “ no, it’s fine - honestly, i wasn’t paying much attention.. uhm. unless you have a free shirt on you, i don’t think so. ” he huffs out a chuckle. “ jesus, ” he shakes some of the coffee off his hands. “ i’d wanted a coffee pretty bad this morning, but preferably in my hand & not all over me. ”

“ Well, I guess what they say about being careful what you wish for rings true once again. How I love a moment to embrace a cliché !! ” Quint chuckled lightly before turning his attention to the pressing matter in front of him, or rather, down his own front and the shirt of the friend in front of him. “ Not necessarily the most delightful way to say good morning, and I’m sorry about that, though there has to be some way for me to make this up to you. Usually I’m better at paying attention. I know how hard you’ve been working lately –– you’ve been at the shop almost as much as I have, ” another inopportune chuckle, “ let me buy you a coffee, or something. I have a few shirts back at the house that would probably fit you that I can grab, if you’d like, it’s not more than a five minute walk from here. ”

#& c dashwood.#& disc.#first of all i want to apologize for how anemic this is #q and i are both undercaffeinated ig

& r roberts‌.

Rosalie was out and about doing some last minute errands. She had stopped to look at her phone to make sure she had everything she needed before heading back home. If she had looked up she would have called out to Quint before he had not only spilled his coffee on himself, but her too. Rosalie shook off the coffee from her shirt not only to shake off the liquid but because it was starting to burn her skin. “Hello to you too Quint.” She said with a smile. “No honestly it’s okay.”

“ Rosalie –– gosh. ” Despite being happy to see her, as he was usually, Quint was somewhat obviously undercaffeinated and unable to express the extent to which he was simultaneously glad for their interaction and made unhappy by the action that had caused it. “ What can I do to help you here ?? ”

#& r roberts.#& disc.#this is what i would call .. weak sauce #sorry sorry

& c caine‌.

sunday was possibly the busiest day of the week. the day would start off more slowly than on weekdays, but business would start picking up at around ten in the morning. between people buying loaves for sunday lunch, or to last them the week, and the sweet sunday treat to be eaten as a dessert, locals would flock the little bakery that lottie adored. she had set up a blackboard outside the bakery, displaying the daily pastry specials, and was about to head back inside when she felt the impact. “ouch!” she gasped, feeling helpless as the warm liquid soaked her shirt and burned against her skin. “oh, quint! it’s… it’s alright. happens to the best of us,” she reassured him with a small smile before noticing that he had spilled coffee over himself as well. “dear, you’re soaked in coffee. come inside, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Quint was beginning to understand the severity of what he’d done –– beyond being painful, it was downright inconvenient, particularly for folks like Lottie, who actually had to work on Sundays. Somehow, despite what he’d done to her, the woman in front of him was incredibly kind, as always, and brought Quint a sense of familiarity that was both comforting and comfortable. “ Truly, Lottie, I can’t seem to understand how you’re offering to take care of me despite my culpability here. Instead, what should be happening here is me asking what I can do for you, how I can go about remedying this –– ,” a smile, “ –– like, for example, putting my skills to work for you, or something ?? ”

#& c caine.#& disc.

#& out of charles.

& e timmes.

As soon as Ellie saw Quint come into view, she let out another breath of relief. Looking down at Boomer and then looking at Rowley, she couldn’t help but bend down and scratch the head of the other’s pup. “Of course he is. He doesn’t know how to stay calm, or still,” she said with a small laugh, looking up at the male. “Sorry to disturb your peace with this guy. I didn’t think he was going to chew through the leash within a few seconds.”

“ Hey, not staying calm, or still, just like the best of us !! Besides, with you, he’ll get there, without a doubt. Did you name him, or did he come with that name ?? ” Quint was always happy to see Ellie, and glad that occasion had brought them into the same neighborhood a few years before. Still, their visits felt brief, and somewhat few and far between. “ You know that Rowley is more than happy to see you, anytime. I think he might be the only dog in the world that actually looks forward to going to the vet. ”

#& e timmes.#& disc.

& c namgung.

Maybe wearing a crop top wasn’t the best idea but when had she ever given a damn about being smart? She wanted to look good, sue her if that was a crime. The feeling of hot coffee touching her exposed skin caused a yelp to leave her red painted lips, she jumped back and just stared at the other male. It was a shock, of course it was. How couldn’t it be? It wasn’t like she could see the future because if she could she would have made damn sure that this never happened. “Please” she whispered when he heard the words I’ll do better. “It wasn’t your fault”

Realizing that his weekly café au lait had come into contact with bare skin, Quint’s face started to turn red as he realized the extent of the damage that he had caused. How could this have happened ?? Despite his tendency towards clumsiness, Quint usually had an idea of where he was in relation to other people –– maybe it was because he hadn’t yet ingested the coffee that now drenched the pair. “ I’m really so, so sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going, usually I’m more careful –– what can I do to make up for this ??”

#& disc.#& c namgung.

& g stone.

gabi needed to do some bank things for her gym so she decided that while she wait at least she’ll have her coffee with her. gabi parked her car and started to walk to the daje brew cafe. gabi always wears some legging and sports bra underneath her tank top. she didn’t know that that day she needed to wear something a little bit more thick until she felt a hoy coffee on herself. putting her hands up, holding herself not to curse. “i–” she said starting to clean herself and then looking up to the guy. “you should probably see if you didn’t burn yourself.” she said pointing at him. “cause i’m pretty that i did.”

“ Ah, jeez –– you’re probably right. Really, I can’t apologize enough. Are you okay, did you get burned there ?? I have a first aid kit, although I must admit that it is not on me. ” Quint’s eyes were fixed on his shoes –– while he didn’t mind apologizing, he was m o r t i f i e d by the fact that he put himself in a situation where he had to. “ Can I get your coffee for your troubles, at least ??”

#& disc.#& g stone.

& g ford‌.

garrett stepped into the sunshine diner, green eyes scanning the interior of the place - the faces, the decor, the layout of the thing. this was a bit more his style - back in aspen, he frequented one of the diners owned by a friend, this place brought just a bit of comfort as he stepped inside. he made his way over to one of the smaller tables for two & took a seat. he was approached by a waitress that handed over a menu. garrett asked for a water & when she left, he glanced over the menu options. green orbs looked over see another few people scattered around, but one sat a table nearby. he wondered what was good here - should he stay away from the shepherds pie? maybe the pot pie was better. maybe he’d be missing out on the fried chicken steak. “ hey, ” he called out to the person closest to him. “ mind helping an old man out? - what’s good here? ” he asked, words spoken in his deep, almost grunty voice & his expression was relaxed, but rather neutral. @shstarters

While Quint thought that no one could make eggs better than he could ( and he didn’t appreciate when people made comments or comparisons about this, thankyouverymuch ), there was something that he really appreciated about a good old-fashioned greasy spoon. Gone were his college days when a group of guys would wind up somewhere like this in the middle of the night –– though perhaps that was for the best, as his metabolism wasn’t the same, either. Now he would end up here alone, brought sometimes by a craving and sometimes by his legs, which was probably for the best, anyways, as it gave him the opportunity to really appreciate what he was taking in. And so he was, as he hunched over his breakfast sandwich and a bottomless black coffee, when he heard an unfamiliar voice begin to talk to him. “ Are you talking to me ?? Well, I mean, I guess that depends on what you’re looking for –– do we know each other ?? I’m Quint. ”

#& disc.#& g ford.

& e woods.

the blonde quite naturally YELPED the moment the hot liquid came in contact with her, thankfully drenching most of her shirt rather than getting more of her skin, “i think there are other ways to start a wet t-shirt contest.” lou teased, bunching up her coffee stained shirt, hands were quick to wring out the liquid, “could also be a sign from the universe that maybe you should stick to ICED beverages.”

“ Gosh, you are absolutely right –– not on the iced beverages count ( iced coffee is absolutely an abomination ), but on the wet t-shirt front. Ideally the liquid doesn’t additionally stain. ” Quint grinned, then averted his eyes as she pulled her shirt up to get the liquid out of it. “ What can I do for you here ?? I can present some options: I’m just around the corner if you want a clean, dry shirt, though if you don’t want to go with a man to his house, that is absolutely acceptable –– can I at least buy you a coffee ??”

#& e woods.#& disc.

& l gray.

“I don’t care you don’t. Don’t think they know better than you. I just need your honest opinion.” Larissa said taking her cup of coffee. She was really excited about the scrpt and she thought it would be a huge opportunity, but at the same time she was so tired of all romantic comedies they used to offer her and she was afraid she would accept everything different they would offer her. “I won’t refuse. What do you have?”she asked pointing the book in his hands.

“ Well, I’ll dive in, then. Do you want to tell me about the project a bit before I do so, or would you rather that I go in blind ??” Quint was a little bit surprised that Larissa would trust him with a script like this. He had seen her around before, sure –– she had left Springhill just after he’d arrived, and when she returned, it was hard to avoid mention of her –– and while they were friendly, they weren’t necessarily friends. Maybe it was because he had a literary air about him, or something. He certainly wasn’t mad at it, though, to read a real script for something he hadn’t already seen was pretty exciting. “ In a classics kind of mood today, so I’m reading Ovid’s Metamorphoses and I’ve got Hamilton’s Mythology. The latter is definitely more fun, but you absolutely shouldn’t feel compelled to pick up what I’m putting down here. ”

#& l gray.#& disc.

& e timmes.

“Crap, crap, crap!” Ellie found herself screaming as soon as the hot liquid splash onto her. Pulling her shirt away from her chest, she was trying to cool herself down, already feeling as if she was going to have burns on her skin because of this. Ellie had just been on her way to get a coffee before running some errands, and – well, she got coffee alright. When hearing the familiar voice, Ellie picked her head up, seeing Quint in front of her, coffee also on him. “Are you trying to burn me alive?” she asked, knowing that it sounded harsh, but she was trying to make a joke to lighten the situation a bit. Instead, she just sounded like a bitch. “That came out wrong, sorry, Quint.” She shook her head, looking back down at her now ruined shirt. “No, no. I just have to go back home and change. That definitely woke me up.”

“ Oh, Ellie, I can’t tell you how sorry I am, really –– I think that if I was trying to burn you alive, I would at least go to the extra length of being a little bit clever about it. ” Quint half-smiled and shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to gauge the reaction of the other. While she was clearly upset –– and rightfully so –– by what had happened, he couldn’t tell how genuine her anger was. “ Can I walk you home, maybe ?? You know that getting coffee out is an unnecessary extravagance, I would be happy to make you a cappuccino or something while you change. ”

#& e timmes.#this has been. a journey #& disc.

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