Who: Jack Skellington and Abby Sciuto What: Meeting a fan Where: Nectar When: Afternoon Rating: PG-13 just for the meeting of horror and goth enthusiasts Status: Incomplete
Jack had been a bit down. Sure he had found a friend in Damien, the devil’s spawn, and they shared many things in common, but he was still trying to get over the fact that he was human. He’d already been to his job at the theatre and worked his hours before his belly started to rumble and he felt sluggish. Over his years he had learned of a beverage that was suppose to help wake you up called ‘coffee.’ Now he had never had it before as he never ate or drank. So he figured now was the time to try it. After all he was supposed to eat SOMETHING. Now what that something was was never defined.
That morning Damien had been kind enough to tell him how to make cereal, which he rather liked. That only went so far though. Food was something new to him and so far he had only enjoyed it slightly. Nothing he had eaten yet really struck him as a great food, something to be craving and coveted. No, he’d just had cereal and milk. The liquid dairy product wasn’t really his cup of tea either, it left a bad after taste and he’d rather drink water with his dry food. Stopping into the coffee and juice bar he figured he would be able to find something he might like there or at least try.
In his work clothes still, though they mirrored his own style really; a black vest, tie, white button up shirt with black slacks and shoes, he sighed as he stepped into the business and took a big whiff. Whatever was in the air smelled. . . Gooooood. Rolling his sleeves up slightly, he walked up to the counter and looked at the menu before going blank. He had no idea what he wanted, but he knew that whatever it was he wanted. “Uhh. . .” He said before looking at the barista. “What’s that smell?” Obviously not the best question, but he was still getting used to this body and how sensitive his senses were. The barista gave him an odd look before Jack shook his head.
“It’s a-a wholesome hearty smell, makes you perk up a bit more. . .” He trailed off frowning as the barista continued his odd look.
“Coffee?” He asked.
“Yes! If that’s the smell I’d like a coffee please,” Jack beamed.
“What flavor and size?” Oh this was going to be harder than he thought.