Indie Tristan (indieglamorous) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-06-26 00:49:00 |
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Current music: | jimmy, m.i.a. |
Entry tags: | inari okami, indie |
Come again, darlin'?
Who: Indie and Inari
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Generic coffeehouse in Manhattan
Rating: Yet to be seen...
Indie shucked the straw from its wrapper, sliding it into the lid of his drink and taking a much-needed sip of spiced, caffeinated rejuvenation. He was feeling pretty beat at this point. What a long day at work it had been, non-stop customers all day. Ten Little Acorns was a fairly new cafe and his first few days there had been fairly slow-paced, giving him time to chat and flirt with his new coworkers and the trickle of customers. But the heat had driven people out of their doors and in through his. Well, at least the tips had been decent. He'd left his work shirt and apron at the store, donned some over-sized shades, a ribbon around his neck, some baubles and bracelets, a black v-neck, sleeveless t-shirt and some American Apparel twill slim slacks in Aqua Mint. Try that on for eye-catching. His blindingly bright red hair hadn't yet started to fade-- it wouldn't dare.
He leaned back in his window-side chair, tugging his iPod from where it had been resting around his neck and tucking it into his messenger bag. He wondered idly why it was so important to him to suffer the long, thankless hours of being a barista, but at the same time... what else would he do, really? And now he was here in another coffee shop. Waiting... for what? Maybe it was a bit silly, but he was still a tad intimidated by New York City. He had followers here aplenty, but it just didn't have that same, homey feel as the western coastal cities. He knew it wouldn't take much to stir up a buzz, would be easy to get a jolt of energy from enticing others to give him their attention, lap up their idolatry.
But if there's anything he stood by, it was that you have to work hard to get the recognition you deserve. He was no flash in the pan, and if that meant he was going to have to make friends the old-fashioned way, then so be it. He'd keep his integrity intact.
Suddenly he grinned to himself, looking out the window at the fading daylight. What was he doing, moping here like this? He really tended to over-think things. This was the Big Apple. This would be fun. He'd never had problems making friends and converts before, after all. He just needed to get back on his game. There were three other empty chairs next to him. He took another long sip and relished the thought that soon, someone would come and fill one of those seats.