Dispe Ding ChHoists ~ NPC Owned Business ~ London

[Yukina101]

Is this the real life?
Or is this just fantasy
Caught in the landslide
To escape from reality
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Former Angelus ~ Halfblood ~ Pastry Chef

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Dominique flushed brighter as the man said he had witnesses the altercation and just as he was about to pour him more tea he suddenly stood from his table. He watched with wide eyes as he walked over to the table where the man was paying his cheque and texting on his mobile. He wasn't going to actually confront the other man was he?! Oh, that would be bad. What if he got hurt?! He'd feel horribly guilty if something were to happen to the nice man. He tried to not hover and make it obvious he was eavesdropping on whatever they were saying but he supposed he could clear off the man's empty sandwich plate and refill his tea super slow and just happen to possibly hear something.

The man in question just looked up from his mobile and frowned as a shadow was cast upon his phone and looked up to see another man and not his waiter standing there. Dominique couldn't hear what exactly was said but just from the glare set in his crimson eyes he could tell it probably was probably a threat of some kind. Which for some odd reason had his heart thumping madly in his chest at the thought of a random, and admittedly handsome, young man attempting to defend his "honor." It was certainly a step up from having both his brother and father do it, they had the tendency to drop him off at bars and tell him not to come home without at least one hickey. That night had actually prompted him into finding a flat of his own though so he supposed he technically had them to thank for that. Though, if it was a threat the man certainly didn't look surprised or even angry. To his surprise he laughed and gave him a smirk. "No need ta get angry mate, I didn' know he was takin' for. I just couldn't help myself though." Dominique couldn't hear what the man had said but just from hearing the slime in his uncultured accent sent a shudder wracking his frame. "Got myself a weakness for sweet arses unfortunately. Furthermore, I don' really care what you say. If he wants me gone, he's just gonna have ta tell me himself." He had said the last parts louder so that Dominique would hear and when he flushed hotly at such vulgar words the man had the audacity to send him a wink and air smooch. Feeling violated yet again he quickened his duties wanting to retreat back into the kitchens yet again. He really and truly hoped this wouldn't become a daily thing, otherwise he might get tempted to actually use his magic while at work. Or at the very least bring the ornate sword he got for finishing his fencing lessons.

He felt disgust at the man but also at himself for wanting to run yet again. Although he tended to avoid confrontations he felt that if he didn't go and stand up for himself in this instance he was just giving up on ever being looked at for something other than a sexual object. Plus that man had already gone through so much trouble already, he would hate to make it so he had done so in vain. So, he stood a bit straighter and walked over determinedly back to the table where the two were at while he was sure his heartbeat was practically audible to everyone within a five kilometer radius. Once he was in front of the man he could still feel the remnants of his embarrassed flush on his face but he decided to ignore it and fight on through. "I-I-I would life eet v-very much if vous w-would leaf z-zis place s'il vous plaît." Dominique told him his boldness shrouded through his stutters. The man just laughed at his request causing him to frown a tad petulantly since he had done what the man had asked. Why wasn't he moving?! "That was rather cute, but I could tell you didn't really mean it. But I'll do you the favor of leaving after I get your number. Ya know, in case this guy here don' do things right." He told the Beauxbatons alumni actually looking the other man up and down with a slightly upturned nose. Dominique wanted so much to scream that he would be lucky if he had any interest in him and that he was several steps and levels above where he, the vile man, was but of course he didn't. Damn his timid nature.

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Diamond Wales

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy

▧Where~ Dispe Ding ChHoists
▧With~ A customer
▧Why~ Working
▧S'il vous plaît ne pas bousiller s'il vous plaît ne pas bousiller ...

 

[Yukina101]

Is this the real life?
Or is this just fantasy
Caught in the landslide
To escape from reality
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Former Angelus ~ Halfblood ~ Pastry Chef

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Dominique was still reeling over the fact that the man had decided not to remove himself before he actually gave over his number (as if he'd do such a thing!) when he saw the nice man start shaking his head with a grin planted on his face. What was he thinking about? From how vehemently he acted earlier about his abuse he couldn't possibly be agreeing now could he? But then he started speaking about how much of an inconvenience it would be to the ogre of a man if he couldn't speak. His sarcasm was actually quite amusing until a word he used jumped out at him causing his eyes to widen. He had said muggle! No one he had met outside of the wizarding world used that term so...so that meant he had to be a wizard as well! Or at the very least another squib perhaps. So earlier, he really had been about to say "butterbeer"...this was positively mad! How was it he had the luck to have a wizard customer to defend him against an obviously muggle one. He said obviously since the man had a curious look upon his face when he said "muggle" but when he opened his mouth, probably to spew more filth, he began talking about colors of fish he had seen in the market just before arriving here. That was rather strange. Then he went on to talking about the weather and how dry it had been lately which was made amusing by the crossed look of annoyance and horror on his face. It was like he couldn't even control himself....wait. Dominique looked down at the man standing besides him trying to see if there was a elongated stick in his hands but he saw none. And he would've plainly seen if he had swished one about to plant a curse on the muggle man. Perhaps he had masted wandless magic? But he also hadn't heard the curse either! Did he do it silently or just under his breath? Either way the muggle man was too angry and discombobulated to continue sitting there talking madly at them so he threw down a few bills of quid and stood up from his seat to walk out. But then he suddenly stopped and threw Dominique a look, one which had the Frenchman a tad worried since it included such a nasty sneer, and opened his mouth probably to spew another tirade of foul sexual innuendos when instead he belted "I FAKED ALL MY ORGASMS!" The baker couldn't even contain himself and burst out into laughter at the unexpected shout while the man flushed in anger or embarrassment (probably both) before fleeing out the establishment. When he could finally control himself and his laughter was down to mere giggles he looked over at the man, his savior really, with warm grateful eyes and smile. "Zank vous so so very much for your help with zat pig. I could not dare ask vous to pay after such assistance. Si cela vous plaît, your lunch es on me. Please. Oh! A-and I 'ave anozer zing for you." His cheeks pinked again slightly as he walked quickly into the kitchen and grabbed the bag of pastries he had made up for the nice gentleman before just as quickly walking back over. "I-I made zis for vous earlier, as an apology, but now I zink it would make a better zank you, no?" Dominique told him with another small smile.

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Diamond Wales

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy

▧Where~ Dispe Ding ChHoists
▧With~ A customer
▧Why~ Working
▧S'il vous plaît ne pas bousiller s'il vous plaît ne pas bousiller ...

 

[Yukina101]

Is this the real life?
Or is this just fantasy
Caught in the landslide
To escape from reality
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Former Angelus ~ Halfblood ~ Pastry Chef

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Dominique yet again had to control his amusement at the bewildered look that sprang across his customer's face. It was as if he had never been properly thanked before! He was a bit nervous as he inspected the bag's contents hoping that he had chosen wisely and not anything the nice gentleman was allergic too; he'd hate to push him into anaphylactic shock by trying to be generous! Thankfully though he seemed very gracious if still rather bemused by it. And he got his name! Dante Ross. The name swirled around in his mind for a bit as he tried to place where such a name was familiar. All thoughts, and movement for that matter, came to a halt the moment he felt the other man's lips press against his cheek in a quick kiss. He stared at the man while he could still feel the surprising warmth of his kiss which was starting to spread throughout his entire body. And if that weren't embarrassing enough, he could almost feel his face heat up to such a degree he was sure he could actually bake cookies on his cheeks. If he was hoping that it would stop there and he might actually be able to come down from the haze of the kiss he was horrendously mistaken. As soon as his words, Dante's words, fell out his mouth ('the same that kissed you' his rather traitorous mind supplied) he was horrified to hear a soft squeak escape him which just further backed him into the almost inescapable corner of humiliation. Which of course still did nothing for the scorching heat raging throughout his body from such a simple peck. Somehow though, in the limitations of his mind capabilities, he was able to point out that the customer had once again used the word "muggle" which just solidified his thinking that this was indeed a wizard. And yet this still did nothing for the inferno occurring. Wait...wait! "'Dante's Inferno'" Dominique muttered as he finally remembered why the name was so familiar. It was from a book, a very popular book among those doing their A-levels which was how he knew about it having been helping his younger sibling with his homework over it for the past week or so. Nonetheless, while this all made sense in his head it probably made none to the actual man which, if it were possible, caused him to go up a shade on his blush. "W-w'at I mean es...I-I-I mean...z-zank vous for ze 'elp and ze k-kiss a-and...umm..." This is what they would call in movies the "now or never" moment. Having been in this particular moment before twice now, Dominique was slightly familiar with the feeling. That said, he'd never had a moment quite as..intense as this one. He couldn't try and think of how his family would react in this situation because judging from how comfortable they were with their sexuality he was positive that they would'v e thrown caution to the wind and snogged right in front of God and everyone. Voyeurs, the lot of them he swore. Still, they were all related to a certain degree. He had their almost bottomless void of confidence somewhere within him he just needed to find it. He glanced down for a second and spied the pen hanging from his apron pocket and then inspiration struck. The young man grabbed it and the bag of pastries back from Dante, with a short look of apology at his rudeness, and quickly wrote down his phone number and in a leap of faith also wrote his owl address before passing it back to him with a still brightly flushed face. "I-I 'ope to h-hear from vous again. Bonne journée." He resisted the urge to bow as he might in a fencing tournament-because his heart only raced and fast and as loudly when he participated in one-before he did what he wanted to do in the first place and fled back to the warm comfort of his kitchen.

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Diamond Wales

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy

▧Where~ Dispe Ding ChHoists
▧With~ A customer
▧Why~ Working
▧S'il vous plaît ne pas bousiller s'il vous plaît ne pas bousiller ...

 

[MJ Spooks]

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xx» wнere «xx
xxxCorner Table
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxA Book and Her Tunes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIrked
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løαḋ υρ øṉ ģ υ ṉ ṡ αṉḋ вɾïṉģ ÿøυɾ ƒ ɾ ï ε ṉ ḋ ṡ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ïτ'ṡ ƒ υ ṉ τø l ø ṡ ε αṉḋ τø ρ ɾ ε τ ε ṉ ḋ xxxxxxxxx
ṡhε'ṡ øṿεɾ в ø ɾ ε ḋ αṉḋ ṡεlƒ α ṡ ṡ υ ɾ ε ḋ xxxxxx
øh ṉ ø , ï ќṉøώ α ḋ ï ɾ τ ÿ ώ ø ɾ ḋ xxx

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spaceBeth chewed on the end of a loose chunk of hair as she pretended to read her book. She sat at her usual table, an earbud in one ear, and every few moments would flick her gaze upwards to scope out the coffee shop. Each time, she had to suppress the urge to growl in irritation. Why were there so many god damned people here today? It was aggravating as all hell! She wanted to take advantage of Dom and steal his baked goods, dammit, she couldn't do that when there were a million customers watching. She wasn't stupid, she knew it'd cause trouble for him if he was very visibly playing favorites with her. Had he been of a slightly less spineless bent, she'd have done it anyway, because she'd have trusted that he could respond to any naysayers with a glare and some sass. But alas, he was Dom, and had the backbone of a wet noodle instead. He wouldn't like dealing with a confrontation if some annoying p***k decided to get uppity over her being given free shite, and she was a good enough friend that she wasn't going to force him into that situation... But he damn well better reward her for her good behavior. She was thinking, get send home with two boxes of goodies, minimum. Fresh, not the shite that'd been sitting on the shelf a couple days and was still fine but technically too stale to sell. Though she'd take all that, too. She wan't picky, it all tasted good. Honestly as long as there wasn't visible mold, she'd eat it. Dom was a damn good baker.


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xxx ώïτh τhε l ï ģ h τ ṡ ø υ τ , ïτ'ṡ lεṡṡ ḋ α ṉ ģ ε ɾ ø υ ṡ
xxxxxx hεɾε ώ ε α ɾ ε ṉøώ, ε ṉ τ ε ɾ τ α ï ṉ υṡ
xxxxxxxxx ï ƒεεl ṡ τ υ ρ ï ḋ αṉḋ с ø ṉ τ α ģ ï ø υ ṡ
xxxxxxxxxxxx hεɾε ώ ε α ɾ ε ṉøώ, ε ṉ τ ε ɾ τ α ï ṉ υṡ


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xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx
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[kiska166]

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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Eighteen - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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With three full shopping bags in one hand, Yvonne pushed open the door to what looked like a hole-in-the-wall cafe, her favourite. The girl loved finding places like this back in France. The one she and her friends met up at often was called Le Chateau des Gateaux – which is ironic since it was a tiny little place a block away from her home. The witch always figured it was called that because they served an array of different pastries every day, so if you were looking for a less popular one, they wouldn’t necessarily have it any day. Walking in, Yvonne realized it was an incredibly popular cafe. The line up stretched almost all the way to the door, and if she wasn’t such a coffee addict (and didn’t want to spend time finding another cute little cafe), she would’ve turned right around and walked out. Alas, Yves stood in line, patiently waiting until it was her turn. “May I ‘ave a black coffee, erm, petite, and a vanilla bean scone and a chocolate croissant?” she asked. Looking around as the woman waited for her order, she bit her lip lightly as she realized it would be almost impossible to find a place to sit – the cafe was packed! Spotting a woman sitting alone, Yves decided she could always ask if it would be alright for her to sit there. Once her order was called, she grabbed her food and drink and made her way towards the brunette. “Hello, is this seat taken?” she asked, her French accent rolling thickly off her tongue.

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Mixing coca cola drinks like a foreigner.
International baby it's a frenzy. Looking trendy, gucci, fendi

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[kiska166]

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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty One - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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Yvonne stood with her arms crossed, growing angrier by the second all the while her best friend had been cackling in her face. Her squib of a friend obviously couldn’t use magic, so she decided to stir up whatever chaos she could which, unsurprisingly, messed with the French woman. However, Yvonne didn’t see it coming. Maybe she should have, though – Beth inviting a friend from school to hang out seemed a little out of the ordinary although Yves did think maybe it was a guy who she’d use to get over her ex boyfriend while simultaneously releasing some of her horniness. On the plus side, it was a good day to wear a dress, she supposed. “You’re lucky I look good today or I’d turn right around and go home,” she said sternly before flopping down in a chair, wearing a miserable expression on her face. “He better at least be cute,” she mumbled, waiting for her blind date to arrive before adding, “ – and not blind.” With Beth's taste, it was never appropriate to assume any man she'd try to set Yvonne up with would be normal.

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Mixing coca cola drinks like a foreigner.
International baby, it's a frenzy. Looking trendy, gucci, fendi.

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Cara MiaKitty

Diamond Wales

 

[MJ Spooks]

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xx» wнere «xx
xxxCoffee Shop
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxYves
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSmug
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ωαт¢нιиg м є ℓιкє уσυ иєνєя ωαт¢н и σ σ и є xxxxxxxxxxxx
∂σи'т т є ℓ ℓ мє тнαт уσυ ∂ι∂и'т т я у αи∂ ¢нє¢к σ υ т му в υ м xxxxxxxxx
¢αυѕє ι к и σ ω тнαт уσυ ∂ ι ∂ xxxxxx
¢αυѕє уσυя fяιєи∂ т σ ℓ ∂ мє тнαт уσυ ℓ ι к є ∂ ιт xxx

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spaceBeth lounged back in her chair, lifting her legs up to sit her feet in another one at the table with an excessively smug expression. She crossed her arms, arching a brow at the other woman with a snort. "You're hilarious. Yves, you're the only girl I know who has to put on lipgloss to go for a jog. It was a pretty safe bet you'd look fine." She rolled her eyes. "Also, he's cute. I wouldn't have tried to set you up if he wasn't, thank you very much for the vote of confidence. And if he's blind, he's really convincing when he pretends not to be, considering when I asked him to meet us here, he was reading." Honestly, Beth would've thought Jonas had forgotten about it by now, since they hadn't set a date initially. Exams and such tended to keep people busy, and she didn't want the guy to be all caught up in school work and not paying attention to her girl. Yvonne was sweet, but she was also a bit vain, hence the importance of the guy not being blind.

spaceBeth lolled her head back over the back of the chair, closing her eyes. "Anyway, hit it off with him quick, will you? I wanna bail and watch from a distance. None of this playing the coach bullshite." She was all for setting them up, but once he was here and they were at least sort of talking, Yves was on her own. Beth had better things to do... like gorge herself on scones and harass Dom's new assistant in training. The blonde was infuriatingly perky, and Beth couldn't seem to phase her. That needed to change. She was going to have to step up her game... and figure out how to do so without getting her arse banned for a week or more. Dom took his bannings quite seriously. Wouldn't even let her pop buy his place to steal any stale goodies. The jerk.


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xxx ѕιттιиg ιи я є ѕ т α υ я α и т ѕ - тнσυgнт ωє ωєяє ѕσ g я σ ω и υ ρ
xxxxxx вυт ι к и σ ω иσω тнαт ωє ωєяє и σ т тнє ρєσρℓє тнαт ωє тυяиє∂ σ υ т тσ в є
xxxxxxxxx ¢нαттιиg σи тнє ρ н σ и є ¢αи'т тαкє в α ¢ к тнσѕє н σ υ я ѕ вυт ι ωσи'т я є g я є т
xxxxxxxxxxxx ¢αυѕє уσυ ¢αи gяσω f ℓ σ ω є я ѕ fяσм ωнєяє ∂ιят υ ѕ є ∂ тσ в є


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xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx
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Diamond Wales

 

[kiska166]

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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty One - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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Yvonne couldn’t help but roll her eyes when Beth commented about her jogging with lip gloss. “Just because I’m exercising doesn’t mean I have to look like a poubelle,” she defended. Some girls wore oversized t-shirts and sweat pants, pizza faces glowing on their sweat drenched faces. It wasn’t cute and no boys who looked at them thought so either, Yves was sure. So, sue her if she wanted to at least look decent at all times that she was in the public eye. And hey, if she knew she looked good, she felt confident. At least her best friend seemed to be coming through with this set up and put the French woman’s interests first. “What did you say his name was again?” she asked, realizing that she had only heard it once and had long forgotten it by now. Maybe if she knew he was a potential date at the time, she would’ve put effort into remembering, but Beth conned her into this and left her with no choice but to mingle.

Yvonne scoffed at Beth’s next comment. That’s so typical. Not only did she throw Yvonne into the situation, but she was also leaving her to drown in it. She should’ve left when she had the chance – which technically, she still did. The boy wasn’t here yet and Beth could’ve told him that Yves wasn’t feeling well, or make some other bullshit up as to why she bailed. However, she didn’t leave. Something was keeping her from getting up and walking away – curiosity perhaps, loneliness maybe, and there was also the fact that as much as she denied it, she did want a boyfriend although she’d never, ever admit that to Elizabeth Pierce. “I’ll do my best,” she mumbled, eyes on the door. The next guy who walked in looked pretty attractive – tall and lanky, the type of guys she was attracted to – and what do you know, Beth actually chose him. Quickly, Yvonne sat up straight and smiled at him when he greeted them. “My name is Yvonne,” she said, introducing herself to Jonas. Hopefully before Beth ditched them, she would start up their next discussion topic because frankly, Yves didn’t know anything about him and sucked at small talk.

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Mixing coca cola drinks like a foreigner.
International baby, it's a frenzy. Looking trendy, gucci, fendi.

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Diamond Wales

 

[MJ Spooks]

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xx» wнere «xx
xxxThe Coffee Shop
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxHeath
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFrustrated
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ωαт¢нιиg мє ℓιкє уσυ иєνєя ωαт¢н иσ σиє, ∂σи'т тєℓℓ мє xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
уσυ ∂ι∂и'т тяу αи∂ ¢нє¢к συт му вυм, '¢αυѕє ι киσω тнαт уσυ ∂ι∂xxxxxxxxxxxx
'¢αυѕє уσυя fяιєи∂ тσℓ∂ мє тнαт уσυ ℓιкє∂ ιтxxxxxxxxx
уєαн, уσυ мαкє мє мєяяу, мαкє мє νєяу νєяу нαρρуxxxxxx
вυт уσυ σвνισυѕℓу, уσυ ∂ι∂и'т ωαииα ѕтι¢к αяσυи∂xxx
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spaceBeth wanted to scream. And she knew why, really, but she was pretty deep in denial about it. Really, all she wanted was someone who'd let her bicker with them to relieve some of the pent up agitation she was dealing with right now. But, it seemed like today, no one was biting. It was like the entire bloody human race had been bitten by some weird bug that made people give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you were just having a bad day when you were mean to them. She'd snarked at no less than five people, been unnecessarily rude to at least seven, and outright insulted three. No one had cracked. Had she woken up in some bizarre alternate reality? If so, she'd like very much to go home, now.

spaceComing to the coffee shop wasn't really much of a solution, of course. If there was anyone who'd shrug off her pettiness, it was Dom. And Pam was no better. How could one person have that much ruddy sunshine shining out their arse? More to the point, how was the world not positively blinded by it? And most importantly of all, when Beth had asked that very question of the willowy blond, how had she managed to respond with a damn shrug and a laugh, of all things?! Ugh!

spaceIt was with a glare that Beth ordered her usual latte and scone, and then she scanned the shop, obviously looking for trouble. Normally, she didn't start shite in the coffee shop, since it was supposed to be the neutral zone, so to speak. But she'd tear her hair out if she didn't manage to engage in some sort of spiteful back and forth with someone in the next hour. Unfortunately, the place was almost empty. Twitching at her lack of options, she eventually half-stormed over towards an older guy, settling in a seat not far from his. She opened her book and pretended to read for a minute or so, then looked over with an arched brow. "So, did you dye your hair that color to piss off your folks, or are you well aware of your age and desperately trying to cling to 'cool'?" she asked. A bit weak, she knew, but honestly the guy was hot. Considering the predicament she was pretending not to have, having to actually be witty or clever in the face of that was asking a bit much of her. If she was lucky, he'd manage to actually piss her off and her brain would kick in properly.


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xxxѕιттιиg ιи яєѕтαυяαитѕ, тнσυgнт ωє ωєяє ѕσ gяσωи υρ
xxxxxxвυт ι киσω иσω тнαт ωє ωєяє иσт тнє ρєσρℓє тнαт ωє тυяиє∂ συт тσ вє
xxxxxxxxx¢нαттιиg σи тнє ρнσиє ¢αи'т тαкє вα¢к тнσѕє нσυяѕ
xxxxxxxxxxxxвυт ι ωσи'т яєgяєт ¢αυѕє уσυ ¢αи gяσω fℓσωєяѕ fяσм ωнєяє ∂ιят υѕє∂ тσ вє


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