[Closed Log] Totally-Not-A-Date [BACKDATED]

[tobodlygo]

Date: August 16th
Where: The Coffee Lab on Turner St.
Who: Walter and Jim

The old brick facade of the building is contrasted by the neat, modern graphics that adorn the shop front. The charcoal black and baby-blue colour scheme works around the natural wood of the tables and counters, emphasized by the hulking black espresso machine and the sturdy blue mugs that everything is served in.

Above all else, the Lab is welcoming, an Oasis of air-conditioning, Coffee and Chocolate (Sweet, sweet Cocoa) for everyone to enjoy. The Baristas are a small team that work well together, chatting and bantering behind the bar when they're not serving customers. A few of them belong to the university, but at least two are more mature, one Italian guy with an impressive handlebar mustache being one of the most obvious. 

Jim's sitting on a table near the back in a nook just under the staircase to the store room, a piping hot Americano swirling in front of him as he stirs in the sugar.

He's just waiting for a response to his text to Walter, letting him know he's here.

"At a table in the back, lmk what you want to drink :)"

Comments

hhhhhhhhhhhhh redux

[iamnotgod]

"Well, that's fair," Walter equivocates, tapping just above where the box is, then getting up to go sit beside Jim.

"And I wasn't thinking of selling it, either. You think- we could play, some time? ... Next time?" he makes himself add, hesitance creeping into his voice.

He's not quite thinking of setting something up now.

[tobodlygo]

Jim watches Walter move towards him, leaning to make more space for him on the seat. Not that there's much space between them anyway.

He gives Walter a raised eyebrow, saying nothing for several moments.
Then, in a deeper, more gravely voice, he starts:

"On the Dias stands a woman dressed in golden finery and robes of ruby red to match the short shock of hair she wears, a stark contrast to her pearlescent blue skin. The Aasimar woman is beautiful in her own right, but it's when she starts singing that you become truly enraptured. Her voice is like a chorus that fills the whole ballroom," He smirks, casting his hand around the lounge, "A soft, warm light emanating from her very being, as tangible as her voice, when a curdling scream from backstage cuts off the whole performance. What do you do?" He asks, lips curling in a smile and voice close to laughing.

[iamnotgod]

Walter's trying to not think about the lack of space, ironically - but with how large the house is in comparison, it manages to be difficult.

Jim's sudden change in voice surprises him, and he snorts in bemusement before he forming his reply.

"Start ducking about to avoid the panicking crowd, I suppose," grin showing through his own voice.

Of all things, storytelling is a nice way to spend the afternoon - if Jim isn't just tossing something out there...