Coffee Beans [Pg-16+] {3: Saturday}

[Fen.]

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[center][color=#808080][size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Some minor coarse language[/font][/size][/color][/center]
[center][color=#808080][size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Viewer Discretion could be advised[/font][/size][/color][/center]
[center][color=#808080][size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Critics welcome[/font][/size][/color][/center]

[center][color=#808080][size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif][i]*For best reading experience, play the song of the chapter while reading*[/i][/font][/size][/color][/center]
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[center][size=4][color=#000000][b][u]Monday[/u][/b][/color][/size][/center]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Ugh! When is he going to get here? He’s thirty minutes late!” growled a girl between clenched teeth. She sat at a wooden table on an uncomfortable chair. Her acrylic fingernails tapped along to a gushy pop song playing from the speakers above. She loathed herself for succumbing to such frivolous tapping. Her anger reminded her of why she was sitting in this Starbucks café in the first place. Her boyfriend was supposed to meet her after his soccer practice. She mentally noted that her boyfriend’s coach was a textbook jerk off, so it was anybody’s guess whether the guy would even show up on time. The girl moaned impatiently, and the incessant pop music seemed to get even louder. She glanced at her cell phone. It was 5:30. [/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i]“Fan f***ing tastic,”[/i] she thought to herself, watching as the hands on the clock ticked by, [i]“He’s so going to get it if he even thinks of showing up now,”[/i] she huffed. Her stomach then proceeded to growl even louder than the trite tunes blaring from the café’s speakers. [i]“Crap, I need coffee. Like, now.”[/i] Her mind urged her. The girl had never been to this establishment before; leave it to her boy-toy to string her along on a beverage run. [i]“I don’t even know where to start with this place,” [/i]she thought, and her fingers then moved their way to her tan short-shorts. She fumbled around in her pockets till she found what she needed. She pulled out a ten and held it in her hand[i]. “Because coffee here totally costs ten freaking dollars,”[/i] she thought sarcastically as she made her way to the front counter.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]As she walked up to the counter, she was met with a few unfamiliar faces. One man was in his mid twenties; a tall man. She guessed around nearly six feet. He was hunched over on a desk, typing away at a laptop. The world was a blank slate to this man. The girl walked past him, and he didn’t even turn around to meet her gaze. [i]“Okay, normally guys fawn over me and this smokin’ bod. What the eff man?!”[/i] She dismissed the thought and left the libido-less man to write the next great American novel. The girl ignored this man and made her way to the customer line. As she waited in line, she played with a strand of her long strawberry blonde hair. Feeling further irritated, she glanced again at the clock. 5:34. [i]“He had better have a good reason for being late” [/i]She muttered under her breath as she now approached the counter.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]Manning the cash register was one of the most exhausted girls this girl had ever met. The cashier had a glum look on her face that screamed “I don’t want to be here”. Her black raven hair was a bit messy and hung loosely on both sides of her face. Her face itself was clean, and without makeup; not a single mark on this fresh sheet of parchment. She wore a green apron over a plain black tee-shirt. On her right breast she had a pin reading, “Greetings Customer, My name is Haley.” [/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i]“Good god, her bags could fit my groceries,”[/i] the girl thought with a shudder. Her mind then set about the process of making an order. By a result of “too long, didn’t read”, she ignored the jargon completely, and decided to just blindly place an order. She then cleared her throat.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Yeah, I’ll have one small coffee,” She muttered, gazing at the board above the cashier. The cashier, named Haley, looked at the girl with a bored expression. She made a guttural sound in her throat before responding to the girl’s order.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“That’s it? No caramel, no late, no foam, no certain temperature, no sugar, no decaf, no wet or dry, no chocolate, no flavor, no ice, just a plain Jane coffee? Where do you think you are, Dunkin Donuts?” She scoffed. She then went to making the girl’s drink. As Haley brewed up her small coffee, the girl decided to sit back down at her table. Another song started to play in the speakers. This one, she actually liked. She sang along to it.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums!” She shouted out, banging her fists to the beat of the drums, “Oh what a shame that you came here with someone!” she continued, swaying her head back and forth, her whole body was getting into the song. “So while you’re here in my arms, let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna DIE YOUNG!!!” She was getting odd stares now.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“What a messed up child,” said a business woman with an air of snobbishness. She held a cup of extra decaf in her hands. The girl gave a sneer to her, giving her the finger when she looked away. Nobody got between her and her Ke$ha. The girl then heard a ring from a hand bell. Her order was ready. She rushed over to the counter, starving for her beverage. When she got to Haley, she placed the coffee on the marble counter.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“There, one old school rinky-dink same ol’ lack-luster cup o’ crap.” Haley sighed, as she slammed the crafted concoction onto the countertop; some of the drink spilled on the counter, she had forgotten to place a lid on the coffee cup. The girl scowled at Haley, and droplets of liquid hot caffeine scalded the girl’s fingers.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“YEOWCH!” She yelped and held her fingers in her hand. Haley looked impressed with her work.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Oops, looks like you forgot to ask for a lid,” Said Haley, enjoying every second of the girl’s torment. The girl then noticed something odd about the cup of coffee. She had never seen anything like it. She picked it up, her temper rising.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“What the hell is this?” She asked Haley curtly, pointing to her cup.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“That’s the most boring order you could have possibly chosen,” Haley said, yawning a bit.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Not that,” the girl muttered, “I ordered a [b][u]small[/u][/b], what the hell is this?” She asked, pointing yet again to her coffee, emphasizing on the “small”.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“It’s your order. A tall coffee,” she said, losing interest.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“[i]Tall?[/i] I asked for a small-“[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“We don’t sell small here, we sell short, tall, Grande, and venti.” Haley said, pointing up to the order board above her.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“What the- I ordered a SMALL,”[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“No, you ordered a TALL”[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“SMALL!”[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“TALL! You are in S-T-A-R-B-U-C-K-S! There is no small, there is only tall. No small here. Never was, never will be! Now take your coffee before I call the manager on you…” Haley was starting to lose her patience; there were always [u]these[/u] types of customers.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Why you….” It was the girl’s time to speak up, and she had a couple of choice words for her. Her mother would not have been proud of what she was about to say. She took a deep breath. [/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Oh, but before you b**** out on me, you forgot your cream,” Said Haley, taking a whipped cream bottle and spraying it all over the girl’s chest, “that’ll be a buck twenty five.” Haley said with a nod. She sealed the deal by dipping her index finger into the girl’s creamed chest, and licked her finger clean. It was the end of the line. Before the girl could even lunge at Haley to strangle her, she heard a bell from the front of the shop. [/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“There you are!” A boy with shocking pink-red hair raced up to the front counter. The whole café was now invested in the debacle going on up front. The boy had to put a hand on the counter to catch his breath. He put his right arm around the girl’s waist. “Sorry I’m late, the coach kept us in for- what the hell happened to you…?” He asked confused, noticing his girlfriend’s creamed cleavage.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Ugh! Let’s just get out of here!” The girl cried out, grabbing the collar of the boy’s shirt and dragged him towards the exit door.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Hey hey hey! What has gotten into you today, Claire?” The boy asked Claire. He stopped her with a hand, still needing time to catch his breath. He took his other hand and wiped the cream off of her skin. [/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Nothing, just hit a little snag, that’s all,” Claire sighed. She then glared daggers at her boyfriend.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“You are nearly an hour late! Good god Zac, you really need to keep track of time!” She began to chew him out. Zac stood there and took it, but not while letting his eyes wander a little south.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i]“Why do I even bother? All she does is nag, nag, and nag. But I can’t ignore those leading ladies of hers,” [/i]he thought with a smile[i], “and I guess she can be a sweet-heart,” [/i]thought Zac, nearly tuning out what his girlfriend had been saying.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“-and that’s why I really want this to work out!” Claire finished, putting her hand on Zac’s shoulder.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Yeah, I guess so.” Zac said with a smile.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“You didn’t hear a damn word I said, did you,” Claire said monotonously. Zac shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, “Ugh! Just listen for one second Zac! I really do love you, but you don’t seem to be placing your side of the bargain! It seems to be like this every day with you, and I just don’t-” She continued to ramble on as she dragged her boyfriend out of the shop, walking briskly out the door. The sound of her heels emphasized the sharp anger she felt for the entire coffee shop.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i]“Kill me…”[/i] Zac thought with a sigh, and followed her out. [/size][/font]


[font=Calibri][size=3]Haley stood at the counter, watching the arguing couple rush out of the shop. Ke$ha was still commanding that everyone live like they only had one life. She took a rag from her apron pocket and cleaned up the spilt coffee, finding that she couldn’t help but swipe the rag to “the beat of the drums”. She snapped and threw the wet rag across the wall, where it made a loud “smack!”, and fell to the floor.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Turn off that damn music!!!” She shouted, slamming her hands on the counter. The music did not cut off, in fact, it even got louder. Haley gave in, laughing a little. She then picked up the old school rinky-dink same ol’ lack-luster cup o’ crap coffee that was left over and took a sip of it. She then sighed and lay back, resting on the wall of the Starbucks shop.[/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3]“Why me?”[/size][/font]
[font=Calibri][size=3][spoiler=Song of the Chapter][url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOubzHCUt48&feature=relmfu"]Ke$ha -- Die Young[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler][/size][/font]


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[center][b][u][color=#000000]Wednesday[/color][/u][/b][/center]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Just another boring day. [/color][color=#000000]Serving coffee to boring people, getting below minimum wages. Woopty freaking doo,” Haley stood at the counter of the Starbucks coffee shop; bored beyond all compare. Her mood was still dampened by the events that happened a few days ago. She pulled away a strand of her long raven hair away from her eyes. She heard a customer at the front counter call for a caffeinated beverage. Zombie-like, she walked back to the coffee machine and put the ingredients in for her unknown customer’s order. She turned around to face whoever wanted a Mocha Cappuccino. The receiving girl was a textbook hipster; burlap sack on the shoulder, owl necklace, and a large pair of striped headphones. She wanted to puke. “Here’s your order. That’ll be two seventy-five please,” Haley said listlessly, reaching a hand out to accept her money. The hipster handed her one dollar and ran off, giggling. Haley looked at the single dollar in her hand, and crumpled it into her fist in rage.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“HEY!!! YOU STILL OWE ME AT LEAST ANOTHER DOLLAR!!! Come back you sneak!!!” She shouted to the hipster, who she now qualified as a thief. The hipster continued to laugh as she made her hasty escape. She ran so fast, she didn’t see where she was going.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Waaaaa!!!!” The hipster ran right into a pretty girl who was at that moment entering the shop. The collision was so intense that it caused the hipster to spill her coffee all over the new customer. The pretty girl freaked out from the crash and dropped everything in her hands. Her papers along with paintbrush and paints clattered to the tiled café floor. The lid of the paints popped open and spilled their many colors onto the floor. Starbucks in that moment had turned into a preschooler’s art class.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh dear!” The pretty girl cried out as she quickly fumbled on the floor for her materials. She tried to retrieve as much of the paints as she could without staining the floor that probably cost more than her artwork did. She whipped out a washrag from her messenger bag and cleaned up as much of the spilled paint as she could. She blushed, embarrassed by the mess she had made, and quickly found herself a table. She set her papers, paints, and brushes to the right of her. She let her fingers drum on the pad of paper she was carrying. A nice song was playing as she took out her paintbrush.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“[color=black][font=Arial]Hold your horses now! We sleep until the sun goes down. Through the woods we ran! Deep into the mountain sound,” [/font][/color][/i][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]The girl tapped her foot along to the nice tune. As she tapped, she placed her fine brush in the blue paint. She made a symbol on the paper with beautiful, graceful strokes. Her brush appeared to have a mind of its own, dancing on the page to the beat of the music humming out of the speakers. Her foot tapping became more graceful, each heel tap creating a soft “tak” sound. It blended naturally with the current song playing. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“What is that annoying tapping?!”[/i] Haley thought, covering her ears with coffee filters. It did little to suppress the artist’s consistent sounds. The harder she pressed on the filters, the louder the tapping got.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Tak, tak, takkity-tak, tak. Tak. TAK, TAK, TAKKITY TAK!!!!” All she heard was the monotonous sound coming from inside the shop. She had then finally lost it.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“SHUT THAT BLASTED TAPPING!!!” She screamed, tossing her coffee pot to the side and spraying the customer in front of her with decaffeinated beverage. His silvery black hair was soaked, along with his matching black get-up. He didn’t really react too well from the little splash. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“YAAAAAAAH!” The guy screamed out dramatically. The burnt customer let out a stream of profanities that took even Haley aback. He ran out of the shop in a tizzy, continuing his R-rated charade.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“Ah well, one less customer,” [/i]Haley thought with a sigh,[i] “He’s just acting like a drama queen. He’ll be back.”[/i] The tapping had stopped. She then went to polishing her nails with a file from her pocket. She was so into her work, she barely heard a bell sound. She looked up to see a very pretty girl smiling at her, eyes wide in ignorance.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“Oh great,” [/i]she muttered under her breath to herself,[i] “another smiley….” [/i]She stared the pretty girl down with an inquisitive eye. She then proceeded to give the original protocol.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Welcome to starbucks, what would you like today?” She asked the girl half-heartedly. The airy customer didn’t skip a beat even when opening up her pearly whites.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh, hi….Haley!” she said reading Haley’s nametag, “My name is Stephanie!” she said with a smile.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“Cool [font=georgia,serif][size=2] [font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif][size=3]b¡tch[/size][/font][/size][/font], I was waiting for you to tell me that,”[/i] thought Haley sarcastically. Stephanie’s expression then changed to worry.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh, um sorry about the tapping, that was me,” She said, looking down a bit.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“That was her?! Why I ought a….” [/i]She thought angrily, but she kept her cool, “Oh, no problem at all,” she lied behind her teeth, a fake smile plastered to her face. She faked a laugh, “so what can I get you today?” She asked Stephanie. Stephanie then did what every other newcomer to the shop did. She wasted Haley’s precious time.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Ummmmmm…uh, oh shoot.” She muttered, looking at the menu board above Haley. Haley then sighed. You would have thought people would know what a store sold BEFORE they set foot into it.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Would you like to try today’s special?” She asked sharply, in annoyance, pointing to the chalkboard reading today’s special.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Uh, no…I don’t really fancy frappuchinos…” Stephanie said slowly, looking at the menu.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Make up your f|_|cking mind already!”[/i] Haley shouted to herself. Stephanie then gasped and smiled, an order finally catching her eye.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh! I’ll take a tall cup of Chai Tea!” She squealed with joy and spun around in a graceful turn.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“What the hell is this chick on? At least she got the ordering right….not like that idiot a few days ago...”[/i] Haley thought as she smiled at Stephanie, “sure, I’ll have it for you soon.” Haley said, and she went to make the tea. As Haley was adding the boiling water, Stephanie went back to painting. She then dipped her brush in the black paint. She continued to stroke her brush to the beat of the indie music. By the end of the song, she had a beautifully painted picture of a majestic mountain. As she was about to put the breathtaking artwork away to start another painting, Haley came back with her tea.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Ok, that will be two dollars please-” Haley caught sight of Stephanie’s work. She almost dropped her order on the floor in surprise, “oh my god. Did you paint that?” Haley asked astonished, pointing to the beautiful piece of art. She set the cup of tea on the table.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Why yes…yes I did.” Stephanie said with a smile, “and look! It’s you!” Sure enough, Stephanie had painted the [size=3][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]b¡[/font][/size]tchy barista at the top of the mountain, looking out at the clouds. Haley didn’t know what to say. Stephanie took a sip of the tea and smiled, “here you go,” she said, handing Haley two dollars. Haley looked very impressed, and she usually did not.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Wow, that’s the most amazing act of artistry I’ve ever seen.” Haley said, really meaning it, “and I’m not just saying that because you painted me in it. I’m not some kind of narcissist,” she added. Stephanie gushed at Haley’s complement.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh, why thank you, I’m aspiring to be a great painter someday.” She said, her eyes widening even further. She took another sip of tea, and her pupils took on the physical properties of saucers “this is so delicious! Wow you are great at brewing!” Stephanie said with a smile. Haley was flattered, it wasn’t everyday when she was complemented on her skills.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh why thank you, but it’s really just hot water and a tea bag, so there isn’t much skill in it-”[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Ba ba ba ba [size=2][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]B¡TCH[/font][/size][size=2][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]SLAP!!!!!” A[/font][/size] familiar guy with silvery black hair ran into the shop and slapped Haley across the face. She fell onto the floor, clutching her face. Never being one for violence, pain or anything remotely real, Stephanie screamed out and ran out of the shop, taking her things with her. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“That’s for this morning you whore!!!” he shouted triumphantly. He then yanked the two dollars out of Haley’s hand and ran off out of the shop.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Hey!! Where are you going?!” “Calling me a whore because I spilt coffee on you makes no sense!” Haley shouted. [i]“That’s the second thievery today!”[/i] she thought angrily. She was still on the ground, and found it that her legs just didn’t want her to get up. After quick inspection she seemed to have rolled an ankle on her way down to the floor. “Just my luck,” Hayley moaned. She then looked around the shop angrily at the uninvolved customers.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Hello?! Is anyone going to go after him?!” She asked the other people in the shop as they ate and drank. They just shrugged and kept eating. Haley’s temper rose even higher. She crawled like a baby to a nearby chair. She attempted to use it to get to her feet, but the chair tipped sideways when she applied her weight to it. She and the chair comically fell to the ground, with Haley landing roughly on her behind.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Knowing my day, that fall probably just broke my ass,” she thought negatively. The customers didn’t notice a single part of this event.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” she shouted. She banged her fists on the floor, hoping that would call to their attention.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“HELP!!!!” She shouted out angrily. People just kept eating. She gave up, feeling that it would be better to just lie on the floor of the café. She didn’t even have to get back up to realize that she had just laid down in the mess of paint. She looked up at the ceiling of the coffee shop, not caring that the bell was ringing for another customer to order food.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000][i]“We sleep until the sun goes…,”[/i]the song ended in a slow cymbal crash. Hayley thought it a poetic end to her situation. She honestly did not care if the music in the shop ever started again, or if she ever got back up. Her hair was probably going to be colored blue for an entire week. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i][color=#000000]“God I hate this job...”[/color][/i][/size][/font]
[font=Calibri][color=#000000][spoiler=Song of the Chapter][url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gEVaniPOmU&list=UUNqs2VoY5KXMeOm4wo5U2Lw&index=1"]Of Monsters and Men -- Mountain Sound[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler][/color][/font]

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[center][b][u][color=#000000]Saturday[/color][/u][/b][/center]

[font=Calibri][color=#000000][size=3] “HALEY FELICITY MARSHAL!!!” A sound like nails on a chalkboard rang through the coffee shop on a fine Saturday morning. Haley at that moment was holding a full pot of freshly brewed decaffeinated coffee. The sound coming from the scratchy intercom was so high pitched, that she seriously thought that the pot would shatter right then and there in her tightly gripped hands.[/size][/color][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Coming Mr. Beauregard…” Haley grumbled, pouring a happy couple a cup each of her special decaf blend. It was “her” own brand of coffee because of the secret ingredient she sprinkled over the coffee grinds. The couple both took a hearty sip of the beverage.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Why thank you miss,” The girl said with a smile to Haley, who was already halfway ready to walk away. She gave her a tip of ten cents. Haley looked at the one lone dime and grumbled.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Oh the pleasure is all mine….really,” she said a little more flat than she should have. The couple then kissed each other, quite passionately for a public affair. The horny man placed his hands on the hem of the girl’s skirt and ruffled it while she giggled, almost inebriated. [i]“I didn’t put coconut rum in the coffee,” [/i]Haley thought, disgusted as the man bent the girl over on the coffee table and continued to caress and kiss the girl all over. “Hello sailor...” Haley muttered, watching the two go at it. Ugh, she HATED public displays of affection; it made her sick, “Ahem!” She cleared her throat as the girl was about to take off her shirt. The girl then giggled, and re-buttoned her shirt back up.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Sorry, it’s our month-aversary,” She said with a smile. The two looked into each other’s eyes, They had been together for a month? How cute. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][color=#000000][size=3][i]“And I can’t even keep a guy’s attention for five-minutes,”[/i] thought Haley, deflated as the couple went back to sucking face. Some 90’s song was twittering through the speakers, adding a soundtrack to the couple’s romp.[/size][/color][/font]

[font=Calibri][color=#000000][size=3]“Love me, love me! Say that you love me! Fool me, fool me! Go on and fool me!” the singer begged no one in particular. Haley turned back towards the couple in time to see the guy holding the girl’s lacy panties in his balled fist. It was too much for Haley to take. [i]“Oh how touching. I’m just going to go throw up now…”[/i] Haley thought while wearing one of her many faux smiles, [i]“don’t drink the coffee or anything, you only payed ten cents for it-”[/i][/size][/color][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“RIGHT NOW MISS MARSHAL!!!!” Haley’s boss shouted over the annoying throwback music. The sound this time was deafening. Customers had to cover their ears over the decibel-pounding noise. Once again, Haley smiled uncomfortably, her teeth gritting painfully against each other, forming nubs. Haley really hated the guy.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Alright already, don’t get your thong in a bunch...” Haley muttered under her breath as she made her way behind the counter and through a door on the far right of the shop. [i]“As long as it gets me away from f**kfest 2012,”[/i] she thought with a shudder. She closed the inexpensive door behind her and stood in long hallway with doors on either side of her. She hated the color of the walls in this hallway; bile-green. As she walked past each door, she felt her mood shift. She became self-conscious, nervous even. She passed by the door to the staff lounge, the door to the staff bathroom, and the door to the inventory room; all locked tightly, giving an uninviting look to the already disgusting hallway. She finally came to the last door in the hallway. She used her right hand to grasp the gold doorknob; her uneasy reflection stared back at her. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“MISS MARSHAL!!!!” Screamed Haley’s boss as she opened the door to his office, “You are twenty seven seconds late! That’s twenty-seven cents off your paycheck,” he tisked, writing something down on his clipboard. His anger fizzled out of him as he wrote, as if he were transferring his bitter emotions through his pen and onto paper.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“I’m sorry Mr. Beauregard, It won’t happen again,” Said Haley, biting her tongue. She knew when to shut up and bow. Mr. Beauregard was one of the most uptight, organized, and boring people Haley had ever met. Every day he would come to work in the same attire; White buttoned-down shirt, and a black suit with matching pants, shoes, and socks. The only thing different about his blasé attire from day to day was the ties he wore. Haley (or the entire town for that matter) had never seen him with the same tie on. Today he was wearing a blood red tie with white diagonal stripes across it. Haley personally thought it had the personifications of a dead bird, raked by claws. Mr. Beauregard cleared his throat as he tapped his fingers on his ivory desk. He did this for a good thirty seconds, just staring Haley down. Haley’s eyes wandered around the room. As usual, she couldn’t spot a single nit out of place. Mr. Beauregard liked to keep his room clean. No, clean wasn’t the right word: Sanitized. Maybe it was his germ phobia talking or just a ploy to impress the big cats, but his room was spotless. You could eat off of his tiled floor. That’s right, tiled. Haley’s boss was so scared of germs and dirt that he ordered that the employees tear up his carpet and replace it with linoleum tiles, which Haley had to chuckle at the innuendo. Mr. Beauregard had the last laugh of course, as the carpet tearing came out of the hard-working employers’ paychecks. Mr. Beauregard then cleared his throat again, getting back Haley’s attention. He motioned for her to sit on one of his meticulously swabbed chairs. Haley slowly sat on the chair, afraid the frail thing would splinter under any human weight.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“Miss Marshal, I have a favor to ask you if you will.” He said, folding his hands on his desk, looking at Haley with a neutral expression. [/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][color=#000000][size=3][i]“What is it this time?”[/i] she thought with a groan, [i]“clean his office? Protect him from the evil of nature? Massage his revolting feet?” [/i] Her muscles tensed, bracing herself for whatever hell he had set up for her.[/size][/color][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][color=#000000]“I want you to hire some new employees,” He said with a sigh, looking at his clipboard. [/color][color=#222222]He tisked again and wrote something else down on the paper. Haley almost fell out of her chair.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“Excuse me?” Haley asked. She was a bit confused at what her boss had just said. He then sighed and rolled his eyes at her.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“Did I freaking stutter? I said, go hire some more broke little teens who want to buy a car.” He muttered, not even making eye-contact with her. Mr. Beauregard went back to checking his clipboard, clearly wanting nothing more to do with the matter. Haley had to force herself from not jumping out of her seat. Deep breaths.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“I’m sorry sir, but how exactly do you want me to go by this?” Haley asked, using her fake sugary voice to woo her boss. He, of course wasn’t buying it.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“I don’t know,” sighed her boss, standing up from his chair and turning to face the large bookcase behind his desk,“ make posters, call your friends, create ads in the paper, give them raises even-,” he stopped to correct himself, “actually don’t give them raises. Just use that minuscule mind of yours and cook up a scheme to reel in some suckers. We need more people working here; it’s a ghost town if you haven’t noticed. Not only that, but the cash flow has declined this past week,” he said absent-mindedly, glancing at the statistics on the clipboard. Haley repressed a groan. [/size][/font][/color]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i][color=#222222]“And he plays the statistics card. VERY original boss,”[/color][/i][color=#222222] thought Haley scathingly. Luckily, her boss had his mind in another place.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“We’re down ten dollars!” He yelped, sounding upset.[/size][/font][/color]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i][color=#222222]“Ten dollars? What ever shall we do?”[/color][/i][color=#222222] Haley thought, smirking. Mr. Beauregard then turned around, pointing a finger at Haley. It was the first time he made eye-contact with her. [/color][/size][/font]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“So go do it. Do it right away or you’re fi-“Mr. Beauregard stopped in his tracks. He had a funny look in his eyes. The finger dropped. He then reared backwards, dropping his clipboard on his desk. He looked a bit crazed. Haley looked at her boss, a bit confused at what was going on. Mr. Beauregard pulled out a white cloth from his suit pocket, and then immediately lurched forward, stifling a sneeze in the sterilized handkerchief.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“Hih’tchsh!” he garbled uncontrollably. Haley made a disgusted face; she knew what was coming next.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“AHHH!!!! GERMS!!!” Mr. Beauregard’s bored expression changed to the frenzied face of a frightened little girl. He ran to a corner of his office and started spraying the place with fabreeze. He covered his mouth with his free hand. His movements were sharp, and wild. Haley was done with this circus.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“Ok boss, recruit employees. I’m on it,” Said Haley with a faded smile; her façade turned off. She turned on her heel to exit the room. She heard her boss gasping for breath and hyperventilating like a maniac as she shut the door to his office.[/size][/font][/color]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i][color=#222222]“I’m surrounded by psychopaths,”[/color][/i][color=#222222] she thought with a groan, [i]“I can’t believe he wants ME to go rustle up some team players. Who does he think I am, his secretary?” [/i]Haley stormed past the locked doors, and her temper rose with each closed door that she passed, [i]“No! I’m a barista, and that’s it. I didn’t sign up for babysitting a scared little girl.”[/i] She thought, her emotions at a fevered pitch,[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i][color=#222222]“Besides, who would ever want to work in a hell hole like this?”[/color][/i][color=#222222] Her answer was met when she opened the door to the front counter of the shop.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“Um, Hi. It’s Claire. We met on Monday. I’d like to apply for a job here.”[/size][/font][/color]

[font=Calibri][size=3][i][color=#222222]“I can’t care ‘bout anything, but you,”[/color][/i][color=#222222] The song ended. So did Haley’s hope for the rest of her sanity returning to her.[/color][/size][/font]

[i][color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3]“Apparently miss annoying does.”[/size][/font][/color][/i]
[color=#222222][font=Calibri][size=3][spoiler=Song of the Chapter][url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUodwTf8JJw"]The Cardigans -- Lovefool[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler][/size][/font][/color]





[center][color=#808080][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif][size=4]Have a decaffeinated day[/size][/font][/color][/center]

[Fen.]

Chapter 2 {Wednesday} has been added, along with the song of the chapter.

[?someone?]

I'll start this off by saying that I'm no good at reviewing, and my favourite TV shows have plots as nonsensical as Bill O'Reilly's opinions, so you should probably take my thoughts with a Mr. Noodles-sized amount of salt.

That said... this is damn good. The writing is high-quality, descriptions give flavour to everything, and, shockingly for this site, the characters act like real people! As much as I love overdramatic arm sweeps and silly sh*t, this is good mostly because it establishes people's basic characterizations early, while leaving space for the characters to develop and become multi-dimensional. The only moment of awkwardness is that b*tchslap, which seems rather... sudden and out of place. It was pretty absurd, and doesn't seem to fit. Also, why does he mention that coffee incident as "morning", when it seemed to be only a few minutes ago? Aside from that, I really like this. The characters are believable, the structure is unique, and best of all, it isn't about Yu-Gi-Oh! By the way, the songs for the day are nice touches, and another thing that shows you didn't just slap your keyboard for a while and call it a story. They fit the chapters, and add something special. Good work.

'Course, grain of salt and all.

[Fen.]

Thanks so much for all of your comments. I really appreciate it when someone takes the time to read my work.

I took your critiques to heart, and edited the part in chapter 2 with the silver haired man. Looking back, I agreed with the fact that that particular part seemed a little choppy or out of place. Maybe this tiny edit will smooth out that transition and overall make the chapter more cohesive with the others. Those were some pretty big grains of salt nontheless.

I was almost afraid to post this fictional story to YCM based on the fact that, well, it doesn't involve children's playing cards. It's nice to see that there are people willing to read something other than fanfiction on this website. It'll sure affect the effect my writing has on my readers here, and how the course of the story will pan out.

Thanks, ?someone? for your words.

Additionally, the third chapter, "Saturday" is now available on the first post.

[ListenToLife]

[quote name='Fen.' timestamp='1354159492' post='6080660']
I was almost afraid to post this fictional story to YCM based on the fact that, well, it doesn't involve children's playing cards. It's [b]nice to see that there are people willing to read something other than fanfiction on this website.[/b]
[/quote]

You kidding? With the people that hang around the Creative Writing section - and by extension the Roleplaying, cos they're kinda related - there's a lot of boredom with constant Yugioh Fics; and fics in general can get boring, cos they've all been read before. Original things are always welcome, they add some flavour to the forum.

[?someone?]

Hate to be that guy, but... I was gone for a month, whaddabout you? C'mon, man... make more. Please? :]

[bury the year]

Don't bump dead topics. LOCKED.