fandomtownies | Perkolator: Monday evening

One of the first things Miho had discovered about the Bada Bing was that their coffee was awful. Someone needed to give their machine a good scrubbing, but it wasn't going to be her. So she set out in search of an alternate source of coffee.

She walks into the Perkolator and stops dead in her tracks, staring at Hank.

Oh, this is just too much.

::notices the sudden stop out of the corner of his eye::

::looks over at the door and quickly examines the black-and-white Rory-double::

::remembers today's Quantum Physics lesson (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/169344.html)::

::waves her towards the counter::

I presume that you are not Rory Gilmore, so please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hank McCoy, student and noble employee of this fine establishment. How may I serve you this evening? ::grins::

Miho nods carefully and politely to the blue Hank, and gestures toward a stack of paper cups. Everyone wants to know her name in this town. Perhaps she could wear a name tag.

No, of course not. It would show in the dark.

(OOC: Damn! Forgot that Miho isn't the Rory-clone. Sorry. Pretend the first part of the first sentence didn't get said.)

::raises eyebrow::

Silence is golden, hmm? Very well. What size and kind of coffee would you like? Specials are on the board by the door, regular drinks are on the sign and our sizes go from single shots up past extra-large to caffeine-addict.

::pulls out a pad and pencil from under the counter and offers them to Miho::

You can write down your order if you wish.

Miho decides she likes this man, even if he is fucking blue with a shirt that hurts her eyes.

She carefully writes down, large mocha--Miho and slides the pad back to him. On inspection, she decides her English letters are getting better.

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(ooc:

_oh_sugar_ is the Rory double. Miho is tiny and lethal and Asian. She's regretting not dragging the Rory double with her to talk right now, though.

Veronica enters the shop and grabs what's become her usual table.

She smiles and waves to Hank.

::sees the wave and returns it::

::comes over after finishing Miho's order::

Hello, Veronica. What can I get for you today?

"I'll take a chai latte, Hank. How have you been? I was away for a while. I heard there was some weird stuff going on."

No weirder than usual for this place. And, oddly enough, much less weird than "home" was.

I have copies of Barbossa's broadcasts from the past few days if you'd like a quick, dirty and possibly inaccurate review of the time that you've been gone.

Veronica quirks an eyebrow.

"You and I are going to have to sit down and have a nice chat about where you're from someday, Hank. Because I thought nothing could be weirder than Neptune until I got here."

She smiles.

"And I would love the copies of the radio broadcast to help me catch up."

[ooc: that's awesome since i've actually been reading them...]

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Somehow, somebody sneaks in behind the counter and into the kitchen where Hank is. That somebody is down on the floor, below eyelevel, and has a cigarette lighter in his hand. He lights it, and holds it against a trailing edge of Hank's fur.

And if he's very, very lucky and very very good, he gets out before Hank notices he's on fire.

As Miho waits for her coffee, she could swear she smells burning hair. Just as she wonders whether she was better off with the Bada Bing's coffee, she notices that the blue Hank is on fire. She grabs a pitcher of ice water and dashes over to him.

::gets doused by the ice water, putting out the rest of the fire::

Th-th-thanks.

::sees Mrs. Smith go running after some kid:: (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/136623.html?thread=4203951#t4203951)

Miho gives him a firm nod, then glares after the kid. If she had her roller blades, she could catch up with him very quickly.

::smells the distinctive stench of burning hair just as the heat/pain registers::

SonovaBITCH!!!

::grabs the damp wipe-down towel and slaps it against his leg::

As she runs over (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/136338.html?thread=4195218#t4195218), Smith notices a kid furtively trying to sneak around the edge of the counter.

"Hey! What're you doing, kid!"