Who:Cisco Ramon and Jazz Parks What:Random meeting. Cisco misses coffee. When:Today Where:Random coffee place in the city Warnings:None, will update later if necessary
This was the first time Cisco had been out since his injury, he was a little bit paranoid about getting hurt again. He wanted to go back to work and contribute, so he'd taken his time to do anything. However he started getting a little cabin fever, so he picked himself up and decided to get coffee. Coffee wasn't dangerous. Nobody was going to attack him over coffee, but the zombies had left him with a minor ptsd. Going out was harder than he expected, still he pushed through. He didn't want to be that guy who was afraid of going outside, so instead he forced himself to go out. There were no more zombies, his last vision had told him so in the most unpleasant way. Like all of them did. He really needed to figure out how the hell to control them or life was going to be pretty miserable. He was tired of being in such severe pain all the time. Something needed to give.
He looked up when he reached his destination, it was Saturday so of course it was bustling with people. The place was practically bursting at capacity. Cisco had half a mind to turn around and go home, but instead he just waited to pay and place his order. He did so with no problems at all. Only one irate person in the front of him of course who was starting to rant and trying to drag others into it. Cisco said nothing, he just kept to himself and gave a forced awkward smile when the guy locked eyes with him. "Uh, it's your turn..." Was all Cisco said in response with an awkward laugh. Trying to defuse the tense stare. The guy seethed but turned away to place his order, Cisco let his guard down assuming interaction was over and did the same.
He walked over to the bar to wait for his order, when the irate guy received his he shoved through the crowd that had gathered to wait. Pushing past Cisco to leave when he clipped him with that coffee and not only got it on him but pushed him into the bar itself, hitting the injured side. "Great, forget it." The man seethed, muttering a weak apology before leaving. Cisco began to stand upright again, making a face after him. Not realizing blood began to gather at his side as well. He just figured it was coffee. "Great indeed. Thanks." He sighed, a few people handed over napkins, and he gave a weak smile as he went to blot the coffee off his shirt. Blood had joined the dark stain.