Who: Cass and Janet What: Strangers in a Coffee Shop? Where: A ritzy coffee shop in Northeast Bellevue When: Sunday afternoon, during the "no inhibitions" mini-plot Warnings: None expected.
Though Janet was accustomed to living a strange life, she had found that over the last few weeks, her life had gotten even stranger than usual. Not that she was complaining, but it was a little bit much. After all, she was only one person. How much weird could she reasonably tolerate? So she decided to take a little vacation, away from the stupid brothers and bizarre friendships that had turned her life into a bad episode of As the World Turns. She decided to get herself dolled up and go where nobody was every strange, out of place, or even remotely interesting: Northeast Bellevue.
Many people loathed the rich for being substanceless and boring, but that was why Janet loved them. She didn't have to think hard around people that were blinded by their own bank accounts and inflated senses of self-worth. Pretending was easy, and in pretending, she became her act. It was pathetically simple to be just a normal pretty redhead floating through civilized society with a golden comb in her hair. Honestly, it was a welcome break from the clown-and-confusion riddled life of Janet Wilson.
The gloss on her lips made them pop whenever she opened her mouth. It was a subtle thing, but something she found herself very much amused by as she sat in the taxi, watching the buildings pass. She almost missed watching the roofs only, the way she had on the way to Gabe's weird little apartment a few weeks back. But today she was a lady, not an angry teenager, and ladies didn't slouch. Especially not when they were in skirts - someone could see something they shouldn't, and that was definitely not lady-like. What was lady-like was the way she stepped out of the cab, the door open by the cabbie to allow her to emerge like a savvy butterfly from its yellow-and-black cocoon. The heels of her knee-high boots clicked on the pavement as she stepped away from the taxi, turning around to pay the driver with a smile and thank you.
Her red ringlets brushed her shoulders as she walked through Northeast Bellevue, feeling very much like a babe in Toyland. Everything was neat and clean and perfectly sterile. She loved how these people pretended that everything was perfect for the sake of appearances. It was cute. Quaint, really. Despite the fact that she was amongst them for the sole purpose of pretending to be one of them, Janet truly felt as if she were a biologist visiting a pack of uncivilized humanoids. They were adorable children, fun for a few hours, and more than enough to help take her mind off her own strange ventures in life.
Before too long, she began to feel a chill set in. It was cold, and despite the fact that she wore a jacket and scarf, she was shivering. She had forgotten to wear gloves, and was paying for that mistake with stiff fingers and chalk-white palms. A coffee shop caught her eye, the smell of coffee beans and fresh-baked pastries ensnaring her senses. She quickly entered, noticing instantly that it was full of patrons. The line wasn't exactly long, but the cafe dining area was packed. After getting her order - a vanilla latte and blueberry scone - she scoped out a diamond amongst the charcoal.
The table was small, made for two, but it was empty. Normally, Janet would find a lone patron and join them, but there were none. So this would have to do. She quickly shimmied between the tables with a grace and ease that only a waitress could pull off, setting her tea tray down on the empty table and taking one of the seats. Glancing about curiously, wondering if there were any worthwhile conversations to attune herself too, she adjusted her skirt as she draped one leg over the other. The heel of her boot created a pivot point for her foot to rotate on carelessly as she took a sip of her latte, blue eyes wide. She wondered what rabbit hole she would fall into today.