forum Harbor Cafe (characters wanted !)

Started April 04, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

I'm using the super chill lesbian mom friend

noice

can we start?

yeah sure why not

okay who goes first

u I guess since u wanna work at the cafe

(well, we could pull the shades down whenever you enter)
Amber walked toward the door of the cafe slowly, dragging her feet. She unlocked it and flipped the sign so it said open, and sighed. She was thirty minutes late.

Samandriel stomped down the boardwalk. He was royally pissed off after another dead lead on Balthazar, and was exhausted. Stupid human body, stupid idiot spies, stupid everything. Waves splashed around him, and he shivered. It was cold here and he was tired, but then he looked up and saw a café in the distance. It seemed to be the only open business, so he figured he might as well go inside and get something warm to drink

She started turning on lights, which flickered and hummed, taking quite a while to brighten. In the distance she saw a pissed off looking person making his way toward her cafe. Oh hell no, not this early in the morning, she thought, considering closing and locking the door just to avoid having to deal with an angry person.

Vivienne yawned boredly, sauntering into the cafe and stretching her arms. The sunlight was making her skin itch, but she ignored it, knowing that most vampires had it worse.

He walked a little faster as a cold wind blew across him. God damn it did he hate the cold. He just hoped his excessive amount of odd tattoos wouldn't keep what looked like the singular employee from serving him. He would just eat them if they did that, he would deal with the consequences later. He pulled his trench coat tight around him and opened the door, a small bell giving a little jingle

She eyed the two new customers, a bit suspicious of the guy with the tattoos. "Welcome to the Harbor Cafe," she said, opening the cash register and filling it. "Sorry I'm opening late today."

Vivienne shrugged nonchalantly. “What’s your most sugary drink? Or most caffeinated, or both.”

"Well, caramel frappes here are pretty good, and I can put as much espresso in anything if you'd like. There's also mochas."

Samandriel shuffled into line behind her, accidentally scowling while trying to see who he was looking at. A pale girl and… a tall girl? He had been wrong before

She crossed her arms, leaning to the side a bit to address the guy behind the one who was ordering. "Don't wait in a line, that's too formal. Just gather at the front of the counter please," she said. Formal things made her extremely uncomfortable.

Samandriel rolled his eyes and walked over to the front of the counter. Apparently the only café within a five mile radius wasn't even a proper café. At least he could hear the damn employee instead of having to squint at some idiot who talked quieter than a mouse

"So what do you want?" She asked, facing him. "Don't order anything fancy, please. One because I don't have the ingredients and two because I don't even bother measuring, so I have no idea how it's going to taste."

"Just give me the biggest cup of burning hot black coffee you can," he grumbled, realizing his voice was a little rough from spending so long near such a large body of water

She nodded, turning to begin brewing. She also wanted a cup of her own coffee, bu with some… special herbs in it to help her relax. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag, keeping it out of sight of her customers.

Samandriel could smell the weed as soon as she pulled it out. "I will give you 100 fucking dollars for some of that," he attempted to whisper, already reaching for his wallet

She chuckled. "Chill, dude. This shit isn't even worth a hundred dollars," she said, setting it down on the counter. "However, I think I do have some leftovers of some Blue Dream in one of these drawers."

(blue dream is like

The good shit)

"I'll give you 200 to chuck it into my coffee."

"Well, I'll have to make something like oil or butter out of it first. Give me about fifteen minutes, and I can get that done," she said, focusing more on the weed than the coffee. "No charge though."

"Y'know what?" Samandriel dropped two hundred dollar bills in the tip jar. "Gonna give you those because you have no idea how much help you are after the hell of a day I've had."

She raised his eyebrows at him. "Dude, you really don't have to, especially if you've had a bad day," she said, pouring oil in small pan and heating it, then crushing the blue dream.

"Just take it please," he said, already feeling a little better now that he was out of the wind and cold

Samandriel shuffled into line behind her, accidentally scowling while trying to see who he was looking at. A pale girl and… a tall girl? He had been wrong before

who's the pale girl?