RP: Unplugged Who: Jon Snow and Robb McLellan When: 8 March 2013 Where:Gypsy Den Alt Cafe, Anaheim, Ca. Status: Complete Word Count: 7,675
After a week that had started out one way and ended in another, life felt very much like a tempest in a teacup for Robb. The first four, heady days with Jon had rolled by in a blur, only to drag with absolute maddening slowness once Friday afternoon hit. Time had all but stopped, it seemed, minutes crawling along at a turtle's pace.
But the workday had finally drawn to a close, and after a quick change of clothing while still at the studio, they’d set off to their latest destination: the Gypsy Den Cafe.
Funky. Eclectic. Haight-Ashbury Bohemian. The building a bit careworn and raggle-taggle around the edges, with bits of tapestries and random art adorning the walls reminding him very much of a faded cover of an old Neil Young and Crazy Horse or Allman Brothers album.
Just the right change-up from the previous Friday's cool LA sophistication.
Belly happily full from a mixed bag of appetizers (they'd shared a heaping dish of homemade guac and chips and the Mediterranean plate) and buzzing quite nicely from sampling one of the local vintages, Robb leaned back in the old wooden chair on which he sat and smiled, content for the time being to observe the odd mix of humanity that flowed through the cafe.
And watch Jon, too, of course. That was a pastime of which he never tired.
Jon was finally settled into his position at the studio, and making good headway with cast and crew. Breaking the ice with that lot wasn't always easy, Robb knew that firsthand. But their respective talents had spoken volumes once people got past the foreign accents and their tastes in hot beverages that were strange to the American palate.
"So what comes next?" he asked, hooking his arm around the finial top of his seat. Jon had mentioned there would be a surprise on the agenda, and despite being quite preoccupied with groping him within an inch of his life at the time, Robb hadn't forgotten.