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.