Perkolator

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Perkolator is open again following the minor damage the zombies caused over the weekend. The chalkboard stands on an easel right inside the door and reads:

Zombie Killers Welcome

In honor of those who
helped clear our town

$1 off ALL drinks!

Customers may notice that Smith glances at the door every time someone comes in, as if looking for someone.

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[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*comes in before class, drawn in because of the discount* *orders a vanilla latte*

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith gives Bagoas his latte, noting his bruises from over the weekend.

"You got banged up too, I see. You seen Doc House yet?"

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*shakes head* Stay away from campus until now.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Scratching a hand through her hair, Shane yawns as she pulls open the door of the Perkolator. She could definitely do with a double-shot, but right now, she's got other business to attend to. In her free hand, she totes a small plastic bag with handles - much like the sort one would find in a grocery store.

When she spots coffeesmith, she smiles and approaches the counter. "I have something for you," she says, eyes twinkling with amusement.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith glances at the bulging bag and barks out a laugh.

"Yes, I believe you do. Thanks for taking care of my clothes, kid. Did you find Aziraphale okay?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I did," Shane nods, still smiling. "Kinda hard to miss a six-foot-tall angel with a big sword."

She places the bag in front of Smith on the counter and when she peers into it, she can see that her clothes are inside and are not only clean but neatly folded. Shane shrugs as she rests her elbows on the counter, leaning over it. "Had some time last night. Swung by the police department to pick 'em up and then stopped by the laundromat," she murmurs.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I really appreciate it. It's too damn tiring to shift them with me and I ended up exhausted anyway."

Smith sticks out her hand.

"Call me Jane."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Shane chuckles. Straightening up, Shane places her hand in Smith's, gripping it surely, and smiles. "Shane McCutcheon," she says with a nod.

[swerval_zero]

A large mocha and a large black coffee, please.

Um...*tugs on her ragged ponytail* Do you know if there's anybody in town who cuts hair?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Um... I haven't seen a shop open up yet or anything, but... I know how," Shane offers with a shrug, drumming her fingers lightly on the counter.

[swerval_zero]

Really? That'd be swerval. I don't need much, just a trim-up...close encounter with a zombie, y'know.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane nods, grinning ruefully. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she says with a chuckle. "I don't know where we could do it, though." She chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment. "Need to get some scissors and stuff, too."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::hustles in and hurriedly clocks in, then sweeps the room, bussing all the unoccupied tables::

Good afternoon, Mrs. Smith. How was your weekend?