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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 12, 2012 22:13:35 GMT -5
Working at starbucks had its perks. One iced latte, venti Nicholas said as he handed the drink to some tourist. She was the typical blonde, over tanned. Wonder if she is another perky bride He smiled putting the sharpie down. His number on another cup. He didn't expect many calls. Maybe, this one will call him thinking to himself. He moved to the other end of the long counter to start making a new drink. Milk, chocolate, syrup. Did people really know what was being put in this. He moved to hand another drink to another perky blonde. Two blondes in less then a hour that was pushing it.
Time seemed to became slower and slower as the hours seemed to tick on. Making coffee got boring. Handing the same drinks to multiple tourist got really slow. Watching the same girls come in to giggle at him got even worse. He eyed the clock. He envied the clock, oh how it dictated his location. Closing made things worse. People came in less and less as the time seemed to grow. The later it got the less he wanted coffee, who would get coffee. He looked around as he wiped his hands on the green apron. He started to make himself his own drink to pass the time. He moved from behind the counter that he had been watching for hours to sit at a window seat.
He spent a hour watching the scurry off people moving to their various evening plans. The drink sitting in front of him seemed to become tasteless as he waited for thirty more minutes to pass. He thanked his stars that he wasn't a twenty-four hour Starbucks. Back in denver, the night after his mom was found in bed with her at the time boyfriend. Kay and him spent the whole night drinking starbucks at the school and playing the casual board game. Nicholas rose to his feet to move behind the counter as he saw a figure come into the store. May I help you? he spoke.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 12, 2012 22:37:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] it was growing later and later into the day. harper had spent most of her day at the studio, dancing all day. she wasn't taking any official dance classes yet, school hadn't begun, but she still had to keep it up, the people were exhausting, they'd always been so rude, but it wasn't anything old to her. they'd always been that way, people in england weren't exactly kinder. if anything, this place was a little bit nicer, they'd always been so hard on her. but thats what she was good at what she did. of course, as soon as their turned their heads, she was making faces at them and mimicking them. they were awful and they deserved it. the studio was pretty much the only place she held her tongue about people being rude. she learned not to yell at the instructors a long time ago, that just wasn't worth the pain in the ass that would ensue. starbucks was deffinitely a good relief from this. it wasn't techincally a part of her "diet" but fuck that shit, she ate what she want, and didn't really care when they old ladies called her fat and told her she needed to lose weight. she worked her ass off, constantly, so if she wanted to indulge in some coffee, no one was going to stop her. she walked up to the counter, the face behind it familiar. it was nick, from what she remembered. he was kay's brother, and they were pretty decent friends, hadn't gotten to know her too well, but still decent. he was always coming around, picking kay up, watching her, all that kind of big brother stuff that harper never got. not that she needed some guy to protect her, she pretty much handled herself. "uh, i'll have a grande cafe vanilla frappaccino, hold the whip cream, please." some things, harper hadn't caught up on, like what sodas were good, what food tasted right. but she had bothered to learn what drinks she liked at starbucks pretty quickly. [/style] come on let your colors burst |
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 12, 2012 22:57:20 GMT -5
Nick eyed her up and down. She was cute, she was casual, too. She looked a little young in his mind. Nick placed anyone who wasn't twenty-six as young. Okay, give me a second. He said as he moved for fridge that was placed under the counter. Kinda late for coffee isn't? He said pulling out the various items that make her drink. He moved to mixing the items. Starbucks was so simple in his mind, you add this and put that. Then, you watch people pay for a drink they could make themselves. He looked at her again, he was trying to place the name to that face. This time he tried not to eye her like a piece of meat. He was really attracted to her, he must know her.Where had he seen her before? Thinking back to Kay, he placed her in the studio. He had been to one to many of the Russian ballets. It was so weird watching them in class, Nicholas had remember watching Kay being reamed for something as small as not doing the right footing. That was the perky little brunette always giving Kay some healthy competition. Kay always placed the competition above all the correction she was given in class.
Nick finished up the drink placed it on the counter and tore off the apron. The apron was the unflattering part of the uniform. He could pull off a hat but not the uniform. Feel free to stay as long as you like but I'm going to start closing up shop. Harper? It's harper, right? Nick moved to start placing various chairs on the tables. He looked at her, Were you just at the studio? He guessed through her casual attire and ballet bun. Although Kayaleigh had sported a ballet bun during all times of the year.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 12, 2012 23:10:00 GMT -5
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her ballet shoes were stashed in her bag, not wanting to bother carrying them. she always brought a pair of slippers, knowing that she wouldn't want to walk around in her broken in shoes. they were perfect for dancing, but as for walking around? completely awful, she hated doing it and refused to do it. in her bag was also stashed her other work out shirt. she had no intention of wearing a sweaty shirt out in public. it was gross, to her at least. she looked at the boy, his face placed so easily for her because she barely knew anyone here, but it seemed more difficult for him. she noticed him looking at her a few times, so she just sort of avoided eye contact with him for a moment and waited for him to make her drink. "oh, well, yes. it is. but i just worked my ass off and i have to go home and cook. can't really do that on no energy." she informed him. the best time to drink coffee was all the time.
it took a moment to get her drink, but not too long, as there weren't any other orders for him to fulfill. her arms cross across her chest and she moved to the side of the bar where her drink was and picked it up, giving him a smile. "thank you, i appreciate it." she took a seat at a stuffed chair, feeling extremely wore out. she always did, though. and in the morning harper would wake up and haul her ass to the gym before even visiting the studio. maybe pay a visit to the arcade or the bar, but really, she'd end up in the studio by the end of the day. there were only so many days the girl could go without dancing. not only did it feel wrong because it was a part of her daily routine, but it felt wrong to her body, it longed to do it, always. it was a part of her. the most beautiful part, she though.
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 12, 2012 23:25:55 GMT -5
Nick smiled as he finished up putting the chairs up.Then moving towards the closet, he grabbed the broom to get whatever crumbs were spilled. He swept it into a pile and swept that up. He moved towards her, putting the starbucks hat on backwards. He took the empty seat across from her. The chair sinked down, oh how he loved the way the chair conformed to his body. It ached with multiple hours of standing. Although it was not super physical tasking, it did make you bored out of your mind. Those russian seem harsh. Do they show weakness ever? He looked at her, she seemed hard working. She still looked cute even though she probably could of been at the studio for hours. He wonder what kay was doing. If she was dragging her ass around the house after a long day at the gym and now the studio. Kay was probably at home getting ready to go out to the club to find some booze, boys, or drugs.
He looked at her, so you do anything else around here beside dance? He was looking at those brown eyes. He knew why he thought she was fimilar. He was lusting after the little ballet girl. He had been Kay's support system since papa bear didn't attend those sort of things. While she twirled around him in his head, he just never had a real name to put those brown locks. He moved to grab his now melted drink off the counter. He couldn't sit still with him looking at her. She gave him a chill down his spine. He turned to pour it out and make himself a new one. The perks of working at starbucks, you make your own drinks. He moved getting the vanilla latte stuff out.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 18, 2012 23:48:47 GMT -5
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the russians? show weakness? she almost laughed a little bit inside. no, they were definitely not weak. they had their moments, though, once you got to know them. and that was the biggest redeeming quality about them. and shook her head and said "no, not typically. they like to be hard asses. it's what they do." there were other types of instructors, and, honestly, none of them were much better. they were all typically hard asses, that was what ballet was. discipline. straight up. which was ironic, considering many ballerinas were far from disciplined. dancing was the only area that she really liked to be perfect in. although, it carried over into other parts of her life. she liked to be perfectly organized, and she liked her body to look perfect. but that was not going to stop her from drinking or eating what she wanted. she sipped her drink and sat it down beside her.
she thought about that for a moment. anything besides dance? well, duh. "it's my passion, not my obsession. of course i have a life outside of dance." she laughed a little bit and thought about what she was going to actually let him know. "i play video games and i write." the writing wasn't something she was passionate about, but apparently it was something she was good at, considering she got here to take both journalism and dance classes. it wasn't something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. she didn't see it taking her places, but dancing was something she felt in her. not something to just give up. harper didn't like talking about herself for too long. she looked around the coffee shop. "so is this what you do? is this your hearts calling? coffee?" she asked him, wondering what it was that drove him. maybe it was coffee, but that wasn't usually what people wanted to do their whole life, work as a barista in a coffee shop. it's fun when you're young, but eventually you've gotta give it up. she picked up her coffee and sipped it again, grateful she had it.
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 20, 2012 0:30:35 GMT -5
Nick let out a little chuckle as she talked about the russains, Well, I guess all that matters to them is producing good dancers. And smoking, I hear they smoke alot He could go for a smoke right now. He would loved to suck that cigarette. It was a habit that lingered with him even though he wanted to feel above that. Nicholas tried so hard to keep a good reputation with her little sister Kayaliegh in mind. Now that he was older, he didn't want anything near that. He just wanted to keep his head above water.
He moved to dump what was left in the small little shaker into his drink. Stir and done. He moved towards her as her laugh rang through out the coffee shop. He smiled hearing the laugh. It matched her, he liked it. You never know if its a passion or straight up creepy. I've seen black swan. He was glad Kay had dragged him to that movie. Even though it was less about ballet, and straight up creepy. Kay had been putting him through alot of movies that related to ballet.
He eyed her up and down. Feeling a little tired after the long day, it was nice to sit down and talk to her. Video games, that is interesting. Nodding his head slowly as he talked to her. Writing was something he was into but would never give away. He wasn't the next stienbeck or hemmingway. He sat up in his chair as it shifted to him. Not really, I enjoy the tourist and all but not my hearts desire. Kayaliegh brought me home. When I was looking for a job they were hiring. Nick had been playing the father role for awhile now. Coffee was just a past time between babysitting.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 25, 2012 23:29:08 GMT -5
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"smoking is a terrible habit..." she thought outloud. although, she knew plenty of people that did it. hell, her best friend smoked, after all. and, even she smoked from time to time. it was just something she did when she drank most of the time. harper never craved a cigarette, they were just something to do when she was getting drunk, and that's about it. getting drunk was also not something she did lightly, harper was very careful about who she chose to drink around, a lot of people would take advantage of a drunk girl sitting in front of them. so only people she trusted got to see her wasted.
there were some ballerinas that took it too far. some of them became anorexic, some of them got too into their role. it was disturbing at times, and harper shook her head at those people. you can't live your life striving for perfection. and if you strove for perfection, you sacrificed your passion for the thing. that was not something she was willing to do. "not all of us are like black sqan, you should know that." as far as she knew, kayaleigh wasn't into that sort of stuff, she was mostly normal, maybe drank too much, but normal none the less.
most guys weren't used to hearing that some girl played video games. girls didn't like video games because they didn't see the point. but that was the point of video games, there was no point. it was just for fun. and it was something she was fairly good at. "so what do you plan on doing here?" she asked him. there wasn't all that much in carmel, you had to go a ways out to find something really worth while to do. careers didn't exactly start here. although, some managed to start businesses and make a life for themselves. that was best case scenario, really.
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 25, 2012 23:58:43 GMT -5
Smoking is gnarly, its like sucking on cancer waiting to happen Nick expressed his though about the russians. Good dancers, terrible smokers. Nick was never a smoker, he never touched that. He had watched Kayaliegh smoke a couple of times. I mean He never touched cigarettes. Nick had been hitting his pot lately, it was what was left to do when you lived in a small town. he got sick of the hang overs he got when he drank too much.
He moved his though to his unlike black swan sister, she was well. He didn't even know why she kept dancing. I mean she complained about the russians and studio time and all that stuff. I know, I was just messing with you. There is a big difference between that swan girl and you
He watched her shift the conversation into coffee. Heart's desire is coffee, you know spending my life making drinks to jerks He was referencing the CFO who had a house here that came in around 6:00 am every morning. He would come in fully dressed yapping away on his phone. He always had to yell and grump and be a douche. venti no foam , 210 vanilla chia latte would be the only words that he would say in a nice tone to anyone. He would pay in exact change. 7.10 and leave like that. No, college sucked and I came back to babysit Kayaliegh. Not doing that job very well but I try. He shifted in his seat. What's your hearts calling, pointe shoes and russians? He moved to take a drink out of the coffee. He shifted his watch and checked the time. He was not expecting to sit here and drink coffee with harper.
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