WHO: Mal Abrovhi and Tierney Hammel WHAT: Witches need kindred!! WHERE/WHEN: Seattle, daylight. mid afternoon WARNINGS: tbc
Okay, so it was broad daylight and everyone was in the lunch-hour crowd - but as Mal approached the counter of Starbucks she was still tempted to work a bit of her magic to get the damn line going down. She felt like arguing her case in her head both prosecution and defense... why shouldn't she use a little of her wily ways? May I present Exhibit A - it was going far, far too slow for lunch hour. B - people were talking! They should not be chattering or deliberating their order AT the counter!
But then, the defense came through - Exhibit A! - anyone and everyone could see.
Shit. The defense had a good point. And as Malandra looked around she really had to consider how she could do this. All this debate simply for the line to go down!... Screw it. With a flick of her wrist and a point to the cashier people began to shout their orders and the workers went extra time. She'd stop it once it got to her, she didn't want a horrid coffee. Still, it was funny to see a human roadrunner dressed in Starbucks attire.