Crowds and Coffee

Subject: Crowds and Coffee Tue Sep 05, 2006 7:47 pm

The young man was sitting at a single table where a coffee cup rested half full. But today, it was half empty for Ryan. He blankly watched as the crowd of people passing by moved, the mall being excessively overloaded for a weekday.

Then again, maybe things were better off this way. The guitarist had a knack for blending in, and the worse he could get today was a trail of fans hooked on his heels. He just wanted to get away from his band mates, have a calm afternoon around a starbucks coffee cup and maybe look up some stores.

Ryan looked over to the other side, spotting a white vest through the shop's window. Displayed on a rather athletic mannequin, he wondered if it would look good on him. Maybe it would make a change from the over used rose vest.

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Caffine. If he could mainline it he would but alas this was not the case. A random stop in this unamed city had brought him to this epicenter of consumer captialism. The mall. Having donned a black hoodie, requisite tight black jeans and Addidas, the marginally famous guitarist was attempting to blend into the crowd as an escape from the fawning fangirls that seemed to have come out of the woodwork as of late.

Don't get him wrong. Music was his life and he wouldn't give it up for anything, but a little time to himself every now and then was not only welcome, but necessary for his sanity. Tapping insanely long fingers against his thigh he made his way up to the counter, slight quirk to his head as he glanced over the extensive menu. Whatever happened to simple coffee? Now everything was a latte or venti caramel frappuccino. He shook his head as he pulled himself out of his daytime reverie, black and pink laquered nails drumming an idle beat against the formica counter top as he called out his order. "Large black to go, please."

Leaning against said counter, he half turned, pulling the hood down from his head and exposing that tell tale bleached fringe that was now popping up in highschools and up and coming bands everywhere.

Lookie here..Jade Puget goes to the mall. Quick glance around to check that he wasn't about to be mobbed revealed a few daytime shoppers, nothing too alarming save the somewhat familiar figure sitting at a table across the way. Of course, Jade saw so many faces now on their tour he couldn't be certain if this was a fellow musician or a well dressed bum seeking refuge within this shrine to American consumerism.

Subject: Re: Crowds and Coffee Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:58 am

((Ok, you should clearly write a book with your talent in literature. I won't be that good in writing! By the way, where did you hear of the forum?))

Drifting back to reality and blinking, Ryan spotted a man with abnormally well-designed hair, in his opinion that is. He always had an eye for original minded people. That's what probably caught his glance in the first place.

Vaguely thinking he had seen him before, he didn't dare to come up to ask the man. Maybe he saw him in a movie? With a style like that, he must have showed up at some point on TV. The idea nagged around his brain for a while, forcing himself to remember where he had seen the stranger.

Ryan shot quick glances in the direction of the said man, keeping his look not too blunt and direct in order to keep them anonymous and casual.

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Brian walked up to the counter, his sunglasses on top of his nose.

He glanced at the man standing next to him, unconsciously gazing at his peculiar haircut.

Snapping back to attention when a lady asked him what his order would be, he replied, "One large coffee to go. One milk...no, wait, one cream. And two sugar."

As soon as the lady had left to make the coffee, his eyes locked on the man again. "I'm sure I've seen him before," he thought. He tried to recall whether he had slept with him or not, and his conclusion was negative. Even on drugs, he would have remembered sleeping with a man like that. Was he famous?

Brian looked away nervously, hoping that the man hadn't realize that he had been staring at him.

"Anything else?" the lady asked, making Brian somersault.
"Two cinnamon buns," he replied, his heart racing.

The lady left again, which Brian took as an opportunity to look around a bit more. He noticed a teenage boy - or young adult, he wasn't sure - sitting at a table, a cup of coffee between his hands. Brian was quite amused to see that he too was staring at the man by the counter.

"Charisma," he said out loud.

The lady came back with the two cinnamon buns in a brown paper bag and the coffee in a large styrofoam cup with a plastic lid.
Brian glanced at the cash register to see the price, and handed the girl the money he owed. "Thank you."

He headed back to the hotel, wondering if the young boy would have the guts to talk to the older one. "Cute," he thought, a smile on his lips.