Who Alcohol and Clio When Monday Morning. Where Starbucks
Alcohol couldn't say he remembered the last time he had a cup of coffee. Maybe because he grew bored waiting in line of the various Starbucks laid between three feet within each other. That and he was too lazy to make his own cup of Java every morning. Coffee had rather flashy names these days. Frappachinos with all this and that in it that made it look like an ice cream sundae? No thanks, he'd just seem like an old man among the teenagers and get..hmm..he didn't know..actual..coffee? Without all that fancy shit.
The best way to take his time during his break at the winery was to sit around and do nothing. Sit by the window and watch the mortals as they walked on by. Not even that, just sit around.
What made him all the more invested in staying at the trendy coffee shop was a attractive lady sitting by the window. How convenient. He had no idea if she was reading or just relaxing. But to take part in perhaps a fellow, harmless reader, Alcohol grabbed a newspaper from nearby and settled in the seat across from her. "Ahh. Such a nice day. Yes?" His eyes focused on the newspaper as if he was sitting in his place all the while. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced up at her.
"Don't worry..I'm not all that intrusive." What a lie. But a good one to start with.