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[Mar. 21st, 2008|01:49 pm] |
Who: Drake Howell and OPEN
Where: Starbucks on Capitol Hill
When: Friday, Noon
Drakes hair took about twenty minutes, his makeup…an hour. It was a look, a cultivated persona that no one could possibly deny. People stared, gawked. Old ladies crossed the road in polite neighborhoods to move away from him, and that was all fine…all good. Personally Drake didn’t care. If he worried about caring he’d never get anywhere in life, and that was just a waste of his time. Plus, he had more to worry about when it came to his band and paying rent.
“Drake…” His supervisor all but stalked up to him as he looked up, flicking hair out of his face as he adjusted a fingerless glove that inched half way up his arm. “Drake…you weren’t supposed come to work dressed like that. When I called to ask if you could fill in for Marc, I….” She was flabbergasted.
“Uh, It was my day off…” Like he was going to go home and shower again just because she wanted him to work. He was trying to get the assistant manager slot, yeah, but he lived on the other side of the city. By the time he went home, showered, and came back, he’d have missed an hour and half of work anyway. “Just chill. I’ll make coffee and just not speak anyone.”
He set his camera off to the side, glancing around the hoards of tourist and yuppie businessmen that cast him horrified glances from time to time. He had to hide the smirk as he made his way to the back, and picked up the first order of the night. Hmm, mocha. Such a boring thing.
“Hey, you want to hurry up?” Drake pushed the stem nozzle into the cup as he looked up at the guy.
“What? I can’t hear you!”
The guy grumbled as Drake finished the drink, and all but snatched it away. Heh. Jerk…
“Drake…” He looked up and smiled…a little, “never show up like this again. If I ever call you like this, just tell me you….are trying to be a girl!”
“I don’t think I heard you, Jamie…what?”
She hissed at him a little, moving around him to the register to take another order before pushing him out of the way, telling him to clean or something. It was stupid, but cleaning got him outside. And Outside gave him plenty of things to take pictures of… |
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