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[20 Feb 2009|12:23am] |
who. Riley Jamison and OPEN
when. Early evening
where. Cyamites
Cyamites was rapidly becoming Riley’s favourite place on board. Naturally; it was the computers that sweetened the pot. She’d already spent the better part of her afternoon in the café, downing several cups of coffee. Perhaps she’d had one cup too many. Riley sat in front of her computer, about five sips away from getting a severe case of jitters. She’d made sure to tell the barista not to let her order another, at least for a couple of hours, because otherwise she’d be bouncing off the walls. As it stood, she wasn’t quite there; just nursing a healthy, caffeinated buzz.
The computer was taking the brunt of her jitter-abuse. The keys had been pounded on by her quick fingers for the majority of the afternoon. Now that the evening had arrived, the thing was pooping out. Her MP3 had already died (thanks to not charging it the night before) and so the only noise was the buzz of the café. A few low-voiced conversations; the baristas taking coffee and snack orders; and the faint hum of the computer monitors that were actually turned on.
Had her mom known she was here, sitting at a computer, instead of out doing something a little more ‘interesting’, she’d probably get smacked upside the head. With a well-programmed and memorized lecture in her head, Riley turned off the computer, and removed herself from sitting in front of it, sheltered and more or less hidden. Night would be falling soon, and it was time to start looking for something else. Something that involved some actual human-to-human interaction.
But first… one more cup of coffee.
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