Steve Cornfoot (20_questions) wrote in initiative_logs, @ 2019-09-06 15:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: astoria greengrass, char: stephen cornfoot |
Who: Stephen Cornfoot and Astoria Greengrass
Where: Whole Latte Love
When: Early morning, Friday
What: PRECIOUS COFFEE.
Rating: Language, Complete
Despite what really shouldn't be a shocking number of people thought, Stephen was not a morning person. At all. And usually, he didn't even really start to come awake until he'd been up for an hour, and had at least two cups of his precious coffee. That being said, Stephen also was very particular about his coffee and if it wasn't made just right, it didn't count and wasn't worth drinking. Yes, he was a coffee snob. And yes, he sometimes had no choice but to choke it down when offered because he didn't want to be rude. Sometimes. Most of the time. Occasionally. The man had grown up learning to make it on the stove top then filtering it straight into the mug, a habit his mother had taken on from his grandparents and it wasn't until Stephen learned there were other ways to make coffee it was doing it himself. He was supposed to remember to get more beans last night, but one thing lead to another, which lead to him getting very distracted by his cats, and then by his neighbor, and then deciding to go to bed, well, he never made it to the store.
So, here he was, in line, trying to politely give his order to the nice worker who also looked like she could use about six cups this morning, poor thing. After he paid he shoved money into the tip jar not bothering to look to see how much was in there, but it didn't matter. He usually tipped bit anyway, and if anyone had to be up right now and working Stephen figured they probably should get rewarded for it. He tried to wait patiently, and actually fairly quietly though by the end he was humming faintly. Then finally, finally he had his precious cup and he cradled it in his fingers letting the warmth seep in letting them warm up and loosen from the stiff feeling he'd had in them from training yesterday. He was looking down and smiling to himself just as he was about to take that oh so magical first sip when his shoulder collided in with something, no someone and his lid managed to pop off and the cup's beautiful contents mostly spilled onto the floor in front of him. Making a frustrated noise in the back of his throat he looked up seriously annoyed right now. "Oi!" was all that came out of his mouth, which was probably for the best all things considered.