I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-03-26 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | felicia hardy, sara pezzini |
i_witchblade what hurts the most. sara pezzini & ?
Sara Pezzini wasn’t exactly addicted to caffeine, per say... She just really, really liked having something to pick her up when she hadn’t had slept enough the night before. Well, actually, she’d get some caffeine pumping in her even if she’d gotten enough sleep. But that’s beside the fact. If anyone were to suggest that she were addicted to coffee, or really caffeine in general, the woman wouldn’t have much to say to them. But she’d get the point across, oh yes:
Sara Pezzini wasn’t addicted to anything.
Standing in the line-up at her favourite cafe, Sara sighed and tapped her foot. It wasn’t like she was late for anything, but she really hated standing in line. In truth, Sara really just hated waiting for anything. She was a true hot-head, impatient like no other, which had given her a reputation of rushing headlong into things with little to no thought for the consequences. She wouldn’t deny that it was true. Sara had ended up in the hospital too many times to count on one hand, thanks to the rush that she was always in.
Finally a sigh escaped her. She was getting pretty angry, and hell, this was her day off! Turning hear head a bit, she glanced to the clock and rolled her eyes. It was taking far too long (five minutes) for her to even get to the front of the line. Can we hurry up, people?!
“Jesus. You’d think people could hurry it up or something.” An angry mumble and a glance to whoever was standing behind her.
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From: [info]i_ambadluck Date: 03/26/2006 22:20:44
"Maybe if they made a caffeine patch, you wouldn't be ready to rip everyone's head off over a cup of coffee," Felicia, or, at the moment, Felicity, said while she read the menu. She knew what she wanted when she came, but had a habit for staring at the large hanging menu while she stood in line.
She pushed some messy black hair to the side as she looked at the woman in front of her. "I mean, unless you've got the stuff pumping through your veins, then by all means, get this woman to he front of the line!" She smirked a bit, glancing to the guy behind her.
From: [info]i_witchblade Date: 03/27/2006 12:40:11
Sara glanced back to the black-haired girl with a look that could dictate her displeasure in hearing whatever she had to say. Pezzini always had the same coffee, prepared in the same way, so she didn’t see any reason why she should be standing around and waiting for other people to decide and get their damn orders. Felicia might be patient, but Sara was most certainly not. “Maybe if they could hurry it up, I wouldn’t be concerned with this line-up.” A nod to the guy at the front of the line, standing there and still mulling over whatever he was going to get. By that time, Sara didn’t really care whom she was bitching at. When she turned and saw that it was some little punk that was probably straight out of college with no care for anyone else.
She turned at the girl’s next line, lifted a brow and gave her the patented cop-pissed-off-at-you look with a hand on her hip. “Funny, aren’t you?”
From: [info]i_ambadluck Date: 03/27/2006 13:44:25
No punk here, just like to ruffle feathers. And it seemed like it was working, which just made 'Felicity' smile. "If I recall correctly, it's like this every morning around this time. So, if you complain then..." she rolled her head a bit. "Doesn't look like it's helpin' much."
She stepped up when the line moved. "Besides, some people like a littler variety in there life when it comes to their morning pick me up."
From: [info]i_witchblade Date: 03/27/2006 13:54:08
Well, obviously. If Sara had feathers, they'd probably be on every end. And if she were a bird, more specifically, she'd probably be squawking annoyedly. Instead, thanks to the fact that she's human through and through, she just gave the girl a look. "Unlike some people here," she rolled her head right back. "I have a job, and can't be hanging around coffee-shops at this time of the day." Great, it was her day off, and she was dealing with some kid who wanted to ruffle feathers more than just go and get a cup of coffee.
"They could decide while they're in the line-up," an eyebrow raised as she turned back to the front, stepping forward. "It's not like they don't have enough time."
From: [info]i_ambadluck Date: 03/27/2006 14:15:36
"Then maybe you should get here earlier? Seems kinda dumb to keep coming back the same time of day if you know it's gonna be crowded, and then get upset." It made sense to her.
From: [info]i_witchblade Date: 03/27/2006 14:29:07
Was this girl not listening or something? Sara turned her head back to her, trying to explain it slowly for the girl. "I'm not in here everyday," she said it painfully slow, as if teaching the other girl a lesson. "And never at this time, like I just said." Pay attention plz.
From: [info]i_ambadluck Date: 03/28/2006 09:14:07
She wasn't listening, actually, she was still reading the menu over, again. "Well now you know not to come back this time of day, right?"