http://coffeesmith.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] coffeesmith.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2005-09-11 12:11 pm

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After a morning filled with hung-over kids of all ages and shapes, Smith starts training [livejournal.com profile] chloe_sullivan.

Someone walking near them would overhear her telling Chloe, "...and remember to keep an eye on the front counter at all times. It can start moving real fast and it's easy to not notice someone wanting to order something. Now, as for the service counter..."

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh...

Coffee. Now. Need.

*puts head down on counter*

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[personal profile] mycanonhatesme 2005-09-11 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh oh. *smiles lightly* Do you want plain coffee? Or do you want sugar and cream?

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever will make my eyes open and my head stop pounding...
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[personal profile] mycanonhatesme 2005-09-11 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
You must have gone to Logan's party. *grins* This is probably the strongest coffee we have. *pours a cup and passes Vala the sugar as well* The sugar will help it work faster. At least, that's what I've always been told.

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

Yeah... was at the party. Ended up in my own bed at least.

In-between? something of a blurr...
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[personal profile] mycanonhatesme 2005-09-12 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
At least you ended up in your own bed. That's always the best way to end the evening. I'm sure there has to be at least one person who could fill you in on the in-between. You don't strike me as the dancing-half-naked-on-a-table type, so I doubt it could have been that bad.

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2005-09-12 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Guess you missed what happened the morning after the night before. *swallows coffee* *winces* *adds more sugar*
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[personal profile] mycanonhatesme 2005-09-12 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
No, I didn't hear about that. What happened?

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2005-09-12 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
*drinks* Oh, you know: Hooked up with hot guy. Spent night at his place. Woke up in morning dangling from ceiling naked in some sort of booby trap while the bastard laughed. You know, the usual.

*drinks* Half the floor showed up before someone cut me down.
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[personal profile] mycanonhatesme 2005-09-12 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
*gapes* Oh my god! That's horrible! Here. *refills her cup*

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2005-09-12 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks...

[identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com 2005-09-12 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
*Aziraphale strolls into the coffee shop and up to counter, looking to see if they sell any "sweets"*

"Good morning!" he says brightly. "Lovely weather, isn't it?"

[identity profile] bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com 2005-09-12 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
::smiles at the gentleman in white::

Good afternoon, sir! (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/13964.html) It certainly is nice outside; I'm quite glad that I was the leisure to walk to work.

How may I be of service today, sir?

[identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
*Looks out the window in surprise*

My goodness, yes, it is afternoon, isn't! I've been having such a pleasant time visiting my neighbors, I hadn't even noticed. *smiles*

Would you possibly have any scones?

[identity profile] bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Certainly, sir. What kind would you like? ::gestures to display case full of baked goods::

[identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah! Hmm...I'll take a dozen. Cranberry, lemon, and date, please."

*looks around the shop a bit*

"Do you serve tea here as well as coffee?"

[identity profile] bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
::slides open back of display case::

Four of each? And we serve every kind of caffeinated beverage and a wide selection of other non-alcoholic ones, as well. In addition to English breakfast tea, we have a selection of herbal and green teas as well as house blends. Just select a jar and bring it over.

::indicated the long wall, which houses shelf upon shelf of large, cork-stoppered, square glass jars, each labeled with its contents::

[identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, four of each please."

*retrieves a selection of teas from the jars and places them on the counter* [ooc: am assuming tea bags]

"Are you owner of this shop?"

[identity profile] bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Very well, sir. ::neatly packs the scones into a box::

(OOC: I was thinking loose tea, but I/we can pack them for later use with a tea-strainer. Or you could've used your angel powers to make them into tea-bags yourself. :-)

::rings up the box of scones and selection of teas:: Actually, I'm an employee here; my name is Hank and I attend the school up the hill. Mrs. Smith is the owner, but she's not here at the moment. I think that she might be here around closing time, however.

Will this be everything, sir?

[identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
(OOC: Packing them for later use will work for me. Don't like to flaunt the angel powers too much. ;))

I pleased to meet you Hank. *offers hand* I'm Mr. Phale. I run the book shop by the park.

I'll have to stop by later and meet Mrs. Smith. I'm trying to acquaint myself with all my neighbors.

And I believe that will be all. An old, er, colleague of mine is supposed to be in town and I promised him scones when he comes to visit.

[identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com 2005-09-13 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
*smiles brightly at you, pays, and takes his package*

I'm sure I'll be back again soon. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

*smiles at any other customers in the shop, and goes out the door*