Remember Me? (imperator) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-22 15:48:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, cosima niehaus, furiosa |
The caffeine is the important part.
Who: Furiosa and Cosima
What: Random coffee meetings and Cosima being cute
When: recent
Where: A coffee shop!
Rating: PG
status: complete
Things had been quiet on the front of Cosima’s dreams for quite some time now, but she knew they weren’t done. It was just a matter of when they’d start again and what horrors they may hold. But today, Cosima wasn’t worried about that. In fact, she was rather cheerful today. She and Jemma had recently moved in together after dating for two years, so that was a good step. And generally, things were pretty good.
Cosima stopped at a cafe to get something to drink while she was getting some fresh air. She’d get back to the lab at the Agency eventually, but right now she wanted to enjoy the day a little instead of working away in a lab. Her dreadlocks were in a ponytail, and she was dressed like a hipster might be. Too many bracelets, a few rings, the nose ring, a burgundy dress, black tights and heels. She also had tattoos on the inside of both of her arms. A shell representing the golden ratio was on the inside of her right wrist. On the inside of her left arm was a dandelion with its seeds blowing away.
She ordered a coffee and waited for it to be made.
Furiosa could definitely not be classified as hipster. With her bald head, dark eyeshadow and a chrome painted prosthetic, she looked like she stepped out of the wasteland. Only she was clean and her clothing wasn’t torn or anything. Just a tan shirt and black jeans and her shiny head and arm as she climbed out of her red corvette.
If she had tattoos, none were visible, though the brand on the back of her neck was visible as she got into line. She ordered a coffee, black, which earned her a weird look.
The bald head had caught her attention first before the prosthetic. She had to like the woman’s look. It suited her. Cosima was a fan of people embracing themselves and their style, whatever that meant. So long as it didn’t harm others, of course. She had to smile a bit at her order.
“Classic black coffee drinker? Definitely a bit rare these days,” she commented brightly, pushing her glasses back up her nose a bit.
“Today is a black coffee day. I’ll do hazelnut sometimes.” Her tastes were pretty simple. She’d do a latte too, but today wasn’t a latte day. Today she wanted the bitter. “But today. Black.”
“Need the extra caffeine, or just not in the mood for the fancy stuff they tend to put in lattes and cappuccinos and such?” Cosima had gotten a latte. She didn’t actually drink coffee as much as she used to. Jemma’s influence with the tea, really. But she still liked coffee now and again.
“Both.” Furiosa nodded at her. “Spent too many years driving trucks. Got used to bad diner coffee or the stuff I could strain for myself. Developed a taste for it.” Half the time the creamer had been expired or unavailable. So she’d learned not to rely on it.
“Ah, that’ll do it. But hey, coffee is coffee, right? The caffeine is the important part.” The sugar wasn’t always the best thing either, especially on top of caffeine, but it sometimes made it taste better. “Or maybe more accurate is caffeine is caffeine.”
“Don’t know, never could handle caffeine pills or five-hour energy. They just make me jittery and tired. But coffee, that actually keeps me awake, without turning me into some high strung exhausted zombie.”
“I tried five hour energy before, but that was too much. I may have overdosed on coffee in college. Though I tend to drink more tea lately than I do coffee. My girlfriend’s influence, no doubt,” she said with a chuckle.
“Jittery is not how I want to feel at 2am while hauling 15 tons of cargo,” Furiosa said. “She got you drinking a lot of tea? Or just picked up her habits? I know how that feels.”
“That would definitely not be a good time to get the jitters.” Especially with any type of cargo, regardless of weight or what it actually was. Trucks could so easily roll if the driver wasn’t careful. “Picked up her habits, more like. But she has taught me how to properly make tea. She’s English.”
“Probably easier to nuke water for tea than to brew both tea and coffee, anyway. Not really enough caffiene.” Furiosa did enjoy iced tea, but for a long trip? Or a short one? Coffee. It was practically required.
“It is. Definitely more focus on letting the tea steep than on what goes into it.” Tea was also healthier, and considering the health problems both Cosima and Jemma had gone through in the past two years? Tea had been the better choice to drink.
And just then Cosima realized she hadn’t even introduced herself. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, totally just started talking without introducing myself. I’m Cosima,” she said with a slightly crooked smile as she held her hand out in greeting.
“Yeah. Don’t think I could ever stick to tea. I like my coffee too much.” Furiosa took Cosima’s hand in a firm, calloused grip, and smiled back at her. “Furiosa.”
“I regret to say I drifted to mostly tea for a while for health reasons. I’m making up for lost time.” Cosima joked. She wouldn’t really get too deep into the health reasons, considering it was related to the clone thing. “It’s nice to meet you Furiosa.”
“That’s a good enough reason for me.” Furiosa retrieved her coffee now that it was done. She wasn’t typically one for random conversations in line, but she’d enjoyed this one. Capable would probably not let her forget it.
She’d made up a bit of it during the time she’d been working on her dissertation. But now it was less out of necessity of staying awake and more out of wanting to enjoy the drink. “I certainly hope that you enjoy your coffee,” Cosima said as her order came up and she grabbed it.
“Thank you. You too.”