Post by Becca on Aug 28, 2017 21:08:42 GMT
Angel's Outfit
Intro for: @bethany
Last night really did a number on Angel’s head. She could still feel the buzzing in her brain from the loud club music they’d been blasting through the speakers. Typically a little hair of the dog would brighten her right up but she had a project due (which was already a weak late) she needed to finish and unfortunately that meant being sober. The next best thing for her sanity was a nice, tall cup of coffee to give her the kick in the ass she so desperately needed. She hated fitting the stereotype of a student fueled by coffee beans but she promised herself once she finished her sculpture tonight she’d allow herself to celebrate.
She’d walked the few blocks to the coffee shop and scowled at all the perky morning people. How could they be so happy this early in the morning? With a groan, she pushed the door open and heard a tiny tingling of chimes before being assaulted with the smell of fresh coffee grounds. Angel made her way to the counter. ”One black coffee in the biggest size you have...two shots of espresso and three sugars,” she ordered rather confidently. She might as well order one heart attack with all the sugar and caffeine she would be indulging in.
Her eyes wandered toward the baked goods. ”And throw in one of those apple thingys,” she added as she gestured toward the row of strudels. Angel begrudgingly paid for her over-priced coffee and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she waited at the pick-up portion of the counter.
Intro for: @bethany
Last night really did a number on Angel’s head. She could still feel the buzzing in her brain from the loud club music they’d been blasting through the speakers. Typically a little hair of the dog would brighten her right up but she had a project due (which was already a weak late) she needed to finish and unfortunately that meant being sober. The next best thing for her sanity was a nice, tall cup of coffee to give her the kick in the ass she so desperately needed. She hated fitting the stereotype of a student fueled by coffee beans but she promised herself once she finished her sculpture tonight she’d allow herself to celebrate.
She’d walked the few blocks to the coffee shop and scowled at all the perky morning people. How could they be so happy this early in the morning? With a groan, she pushed the door open and heard a tiny tingling of chimes before being assaulted with the smell of fresh coffee grounds. Angel made her way to the counter. ”One black coffee in the biggest size you have...two shots of espresso and three sugars,” she ordered rather confidently. She might as well order one heart attack with all the sugar and caffeine she would be indulging in.
Her eyes wandered toward the baked goods. ”And throw in one of those apple thingys,” she added as she gestured toward the row of strudels. Angel begrudgingly paid for her over-priced coffee and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she waited at the pick-up portion of the counter.