Xan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} icarus_blinded) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} manchester_rpg,@ 2010-06-06 05:13:00 |
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When: Sunday Morning
Where: Caribou Coffee Shop
What: A Caffeine Fix
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Nobody in their right mind was actually up and functioning before eight in the morning on a Sunday. Hell, Xan was willing to bet no one was up and about before eight on any given day unless they had to be. Apparently, he wasn't right in the head. Not that he minded, so long as he had enough caffeine and sugar to replace the blood in his veins.
It had been another restless night, plagued with uneasy dreams. He had never had as many as he had lately. The number had been steadily increasing ever since 'that night'. This time, he had been in his backyard when the sky suddenly darkened. He had glanced up and there had been hundreds of crows, flying about his head. Enough of those ominous black birds to nearly black out the sun. Xan didn't want to think about what that meant. Not that he gave much credit to dreams. After he had woken up though, sleep had eluded him and he had given up after an hour of restless tossing and turning.
Barely past eight in the morning and now he was standing outside the Caribou Coffee Shop. The name had amused him; the brunet wondered if they had any caribou-flavoured doughnuts. He entered the shop and ordered himself the largest size of coffee they had. A slow perusal of their baked goods showed no signs of anything remotely flavoured like caribou. The still-sleepy employee handed him his drink; he paid for his drink, doctored it with sugar and cream, and took it over to the large table by the window. He slid into the cushy chair, inhaled deeply and took a slow sip.
Ahh, perfection.