Greyson E. Hart Jr. (mr_lucky) wrote in serenuscity, @ 2010-08-15 09:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, lucky, sapphire |
Thread: Lucky, Sapphire
WHO Greyson, Ishi
WHEN Mid-Day, Aug 15
WHERE North Sector, a coffee shop
WHAT Out on lunch break, Greyson runs into a new friend. Or is it enemy?
RATING PG (language)
WARNING Accidents are waiting to happen
After having sat on the information he collected from Megan the last week Greyson decided today was the day he would ask Alexandra about it. How he really didn't understand what was happening really bothered him. But his job, up until recently, was a lot like being a gopher. You did whatever the boss had for you to do, asked you to do, or told you to do. You didn't ask questions or requests or hope to get a favor. Grey was an intern to finish his schooling as well as get time in a lab to get used to it. He'd never get used to working in a lab despite it being his desire in life. But maybe, one day far away, when he got his own lab to work in he would be able to handle it differently. Maybe things wouldn't fall down because he'd have set it up the way he wanted. Things fell down less in his house because they were set up properly.
Things fell down everywhere else.
But Greyson couldn't ask Alexandra presently about the situation because he was waiting in line to get coffee. He had just paid for his medium-sized drink, steaming hot with a flurry of cream on top and caramel drizzled over it. He was excited. Greyson didn't usually go out to get coffee in the middle of the day but after being up late last night talking with his sister (she was having man troubles) he felt he needed that little...push through the last four hours of the day. Class had killed him slowly from the inside-out this morning and this would really pick him up! At least that was his hope. Grey wasn't usually very susceptible to caffeine and his body just didn't react to the jump-start like others. When people joked about children getting sugar highs from having too much candy he was never one of the kids that got the high. He never ran around for hours past his bedtime after eating a mount of sweets or kept on running his mouth, filled with energy. And coffee never really did it.
But he hoped it would.
"Coffee with cream and caramel?" called out a woman as she put the drink down at the Pick-Up station. With a relieved smile and a glance at his watch, noting he had half an hour to kill before going to his internship, Greyson took some steps forward and retrieved his drink. The day was hot and so was the drink in his palm, yet the heat was welcomed. He took a sip, eyes closed for only a second, and he stopped paying attention to the world. Focused on the coffee, troubles over the Specials in the back of his mind, he began to leave without taking much care to look where he was going. Even though his eyes were then open he wasn't really paying attention--as usual. In the seconds it took to turn around and take a step off from the counter his drink was gone, smashed between himself and a young woman he had walked into. Though he tried as he might his fingers couldn't keep a grip on the hot Styrofoam cup. It fell to the floor with a soft clatter, the contents flying out all over the floor, his shoes, her shoes. Did it get her shoes? He really hoped it didn't. He couldn't look. He didn't dare. As is he felt the wet sinking into his own shirt on his chest. Oh God.
Oh God. He'd been shot by coffee.
"Oh! I-I am so sorry!" said Greyson loudly as he took a second to wave his hands around. "Are you alright? I'm really sorry about that! That was all my fault. I'm sorry."