Veronica Santangelo: (Chick with
antlers) Sadie> "That'll be 4.19." She gets a Venti cup down and begins to make
her mocha, the machinery loud and whistling.
Veronica Santangelo: Veronica looks at the
asian woman who just entered, then back to JT. "Wyld Nights. I'm a dancer
there." Belatedly answering his question.
Sadie Blackfoot: She counts out five ones and
hands them to antler chick.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *The top is off the hot
chocolate immediately, whipped cream starting to be scooped off with a
fingertip, half watching the employee, and half watching the door*
Lien: Lien just
waits her turn for now, her gaze moving around at the others there and her dark
eyes do linger on first Sadie and then Veronica. Her gaze becoming throughtful
as she averts her attention back to the people at work behind the counter.
J.T. Sincaid: Oh yeah? *he says as he raises
his eyebrows at Veronica, he bobs his head a bit as the beat continues to play
in his head* Like...what kind of dancer? *he asks after a moment, of course
adding his trademark laugh to emphasize the question*
Sadie Blackfoot:
d10: per + alert: 5,7,5,1,4,
Sadie Blackfoot: She completely misses the
Asian woman looking them over as she turns to watch the preparation of her
beverage.
Veronica Santangelo: (Antler chick) Gives
Sadie her change, capping off the mocha with whipped cream and poking the
fellow, we'll call him "David" in the ribs to help with the next customers.
"Happy Holidays" the chick exclaims, handing Sadie her drink.
Sadie Blackfoot: You'd think she thought the
guy making the drinks might poison it, the way she watches him.
J.T. Sincaid: *spies the little tip-cup,
can't imagine why no one is filling it. Oh wait, cause the service is
unbelievably slow that's why. He changes mental instruments and begins plucking
away as if he's playing the bass*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *That gets her attention.
She looks at Veronica, eyes slightly wide*
Veronica Santangelo: JT: She glances
around for a moment, dropping her voice. "I take my clothes off. It's not tap."
Winks at him, since he might be a potential client. "Are you a musician?"
Regarding his impatient motions.
Sadie Blackfoot: "Thank you," she says,
stepping aside to wait for Veronica.
J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs at that before he
smiles to Veronica* Calling me a musician would imply that I actually make money
doing it...I play..just not professionally.
Veronica Santangelo: ('David') His smile
falters as Sadie glares at him and he moves to take Veronica's order of a white
chocolate mocha, naturally with whipped cream, the dark haired woman handing him
a 5 with "Keep the change" as she keeps most of her attention on JT and Sadie.
J.T. Sincaid: Gimme whatever it is she's
having. *referring to Veronica's drink as he steps up to the counter not
bothering to wait for them to give him the "how can I help you" line*
Sadie Blackfoot: Looks at Veronica, wishing
she wouldn't encourage JT. Sadie doesn't really glare so much as.. watch
closely. ((*c*)) In fact, she rarely lets any emotion past that calm exterior.
Veronica Santangelo: And JT gets serviced
by the cheerful blonde with antlers, she notices his impatience and is quick
with his drink, fixing it before even bothering with the exchange of money. The
machine hisses and whistles again as she makes the drink, placing it on the
counter and working the top on. "Four dollars and 19 cents please." With a nod
to Lien who is next in line.
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((doesn't he wish....
*grins and ducks*))
Sadie Blackfoot: ((JT gets serviced. *G*))
J.T. Sincaid: Thanks. *he says with a
cheerful grin as he reaches forward and gives the girl's antlers a playful
twang. He hands over 5 dollars and stuffs 2 singles into the tip-cup* You ladies
mind if I sit with you? *he asks of Veronica and Sadie*
Veronica Santangelo: Smiles at Sadie,
missing any discouraging gestures. "Wanna get a table with us, Mr, ah JT?"
Taking hold of her drink and moving to the small side counter to add vanilla and
cinnamon to it.
J.T. Sincaid: You're readin my mind..guess
that comes with the job eh? *he says to Veronica with a laugh*
Sadie Blackfoot: Glances at Veronica to see
if she minds.
J.T. Sincaid: (Down girls!)
Sadie Blackfoot: She steps off and selects a
table with a view of the door, but not too close to a window.
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((it was there. i had
to.))
Veronica Santangelo: "Hahaha" She tosses
her head, laughing throatily. "It helps." Obviously doesn't mind if she's
inviting JT to sit with them.
J.T. Sincaid: (It was damn funny, hehe)
Veronica Santangelo: ((fyi they're in
Starbucks for anyone wanting to enter, its an open scene. And is Jocelyn seated
already?))
Troy Lawrence [PB4]: He steps into the
Starbucks, shaking the trench coat over his clothes as he does so. The man is,
as always, a busy man, and work calls, even on Christmas. He glances around as
he moves toward the counter.
Money and power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite attractive, in the
high-born, aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20’s, with well- formed
cheekbones, a slightly hawkish nose, immaculate skin, and perfectly coiffed
blonde hair, going down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical,
dismissive look in them, behind a pair of small glasses. His body is toned, the
body of a man who has worked for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with
it, and is contained within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attaché case
is ever present nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the
man’s appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakness to an enemy,
whether that be on the job or on the battlefield.
Lien: Lien
turns her attention to the trio for a moment, looking them over throughtfully
for perhaps a moment longer then would be considered polite before looking back
to the staff behind the counter with that thoughtful expression still lingering.
J.T. Sincaid: "Master, Master, where's the
dreams that I've been after?" *he sings quietly as the song in his head reaches
his favorite part*
Sadie Blackfoot: Settles into a seat, noting
Troy's arrival as the door chimes.
J.T. Sincaid:
d10: Manip+Perform: 7,1,5,7,9,6,
Veronica Santangelo: After adding the
spices and sugar to her drink, she joins Sadie at a table.
Veronica Santangelo:
d10: Per + alert : 9,2,6,3,
J.T. Sincaid: "Master, master, you promised
only lies." *he continues as he takes a seat across from Sadie, he smiles a bit,
why is anyone's guess*
Veronica Santangelo: At the chiming of the
door, she glances over at Troy, eyes taking him in from head to foot.
Interesting. She sets her drink on the table, crossing her ankles, waiting for
JT to join them.
J.T. Sincaid: *is oblivious to anyone looking
in his direction or checking out the trio, he seems a bit lost in his mental
band for the moment*
Sadie Blackfoot: "That's Mistress to you,"
she says straight faced in response to JT's lyrics.
Lien: Troy coming
inside draws the young woman's attention behind her. An eyebrow goes up slightly
as if she might recognize the man and then she looks back forward again.
Jocelyn Pasqual: (for the moment. *s*)
Veronica Santangelo: (Chick with antlers)
Lien> "Merry Christmas! What can I get for you tonight?" Her eyes bright and
watchful, an easy smile on her lips.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks up when the
door opens agian, and promptly tries to make herself as small and completely
unnoticed as possible*
J.T. Sincaid: *he was sipping his coffee, but
apparantly it went down the wrong pipe, more likely Sadie just completely
surprised him. He coughs a few times* Damn...*he coughs again before laughing*
You did that on purpose
Sadie Blackfoot: Sips her mocha, eyes playing
over the crowd.
Luci Scott: A young tall and exotic looking
Korean-American woman with lovely green eyes and long silky black hair walks in,
pushing down the hood of her black trenchcoat, her gaze moving around the room
for a moment before deciding to get in line and place an order. (app 4)
Sadie Blackfoot: "Did what?" she inquires
innocently. It's all in the timing.
J.T. Sincaid: (Damn, Starbucks be hoppin)
Veronica Santangelo: JT: "Not used to
swallowing while it's hot, are you?" Her eyes cast down as she takes a slow,
deliberate sip of her white chocolate mocha, savoring the taste.
Troy Lawrence [PB4]: He looks over at
Sadie, offering her a nod...the others get glances, before he heads to the
counter.
J.T. Sincaid: *he just shakes his head and
laughs* So you all work together? *he asks although they've already said the do*
Veronica Santangelo: ((after Lien,
everyone gets served what they want, you can take over the staff *L*))
Lien: "A regular
coffee." she says to the girl behind the counter. Pulling out her wallet from an
inner pocket of her coat.
J.T. Sincaid: *luckily for him he was
speaking as Veronica passes her inuendo laced commment, he's able to just let it
slip past*
Sadie Blackfoot: Returns Troy's nod, but
doesn't offer a verbal greeting, not one to raise her voice and speak across a
room. Sadie has neither confirmed nor denied her employment at the strip club,
and she leaves it that way.
Veronica Santangelo: (chick with antlers)
Lien> "Want any peppermint?" Suggesting it for the occasion, what with it being
Christmas. She pulls out a small cup, brushing past 'David' to ring up Lien's
order.
Lien: She pays
the girl with a crisp twenty, from a stack of twenties that goes back into her
wallet. As soon as she has the cup of coffee she moves away from the front and
to the side. The eyes roam over Troy once more as she gingerly sips her coffee.
Veronica Santangelo: JT: "So what
instruments to you play?" Her eyes crossing over the room, watching Jocelyn for
a moment, then passing over Luci and again to Troy.
J.T. Sincaid: So, Sadie, you and Veronica
have any plans to like...go in the bathroom all shady style for like 25 minutes
tonight? *he asks the woman although he'd like to keep a straight face he just
can't, his friendly but somewhat goofy grin shines through*
J.T. Sincaid: I play a bit of everything, I
guess I'm best at Guitar, although I haven't picked mine up in like 2 weeks. *he
says with a shrug of his shoulders*
Sadie Blackfoot: Slowly arches a brow at JT.
"Only if the conversation starts to constipate," she comments dryly.
Troy Lawrence [PB4]: He gets into line,
waiting patiently for his turn. When it does, he orders his Venti Mocha, two
extra shots of expresso, and pays for it.
Luci Scott: When its her turn, she orders a
Komodo Dragon Blend coffee with cinnamon. The young woman speaks quietly and
quite shyly and seems to know the exact price, having the money ready to pay as
soon as it is fixed and rung up.
J.T. Sincaid: You and Ehmmion were..kinda
getting friendly the other night, I think he was disappoited when you
disappeared with Erin. I think he was letting his mind wander about what you two
were off doing. *he says with a laugh, clearly just making that up*
Veronica Santangelo: JT: "What do you do
when you're not playing with your instruments?" Setting the cup down and moving
the cardboard ring with her fingertips. "What do you mean, shady style?" Looking
to Sadie for a hint to what he's talking about.
Troy Lawrence [PB4]: He takes the espresso
and heads back toward the door, a last, quick glance to Sadie as he makes his
way out. ((Sorry guys, too much in ICQ hell at the moment, and I can't keep up
in here.))
Sadie Blackfoot: "Ehmmion and I were no more
than cordial. I'm sure he'll get over the disappointment of the small delay."
Veronica Santangelo:
d10: Per + garou lore: 3,2,1,10,7,3,
J.T. Sincaid: What do I do? Hmmmm. *he has to
ponder that for a long moment* Not much really. *he laughs quietly* Things
are..pretty mellow for me at the moment.
Sadie Blackfoot: ((Bah!)) Her eyes follow
Troy, but when he gives no indication he wishes her to follow, she remains
seated.
J.T. Sincaid: Jeez Sadie, lighten up. *he
laughs a bit* I was just joking.
Veronica Santangelo: ((understandable CW
*S* )) (btw, PB2)) Stretches her legs under the table, uncrossing her ankles as
she sips at her coffee again. "Another 'aquaintance' of yours, Sadie?"
J.T. Sincaid: *he sips at his drink and
murmurs* mmm tasty.
Sadie Blackfoot: "A friend." JT> "I would
prefer you not make innuendos regarding me."
Luci Scott: Luci looks around the
establishment for a place to sit down.
Troy Lawrence [PB4]: And out the door he
goes.