Perkolator - Saturday night, after moonrise.

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After a rather interesting evening at home, Duce heads to the coffeeshop with a pensive frown on her face. Murmurring her order to a barrista, she takes a steaming, frothy hot cup of something extremely caffeinated over to a table and slouches into a chair. Blowing at the steam, she taps her fingers on the side of the mug as if counting something off.

((ooc: RP=OK - edit: I lie. It's 3am where I live, and I must pass out now. If there are posts to this, the responses will be delayed by about 7 hours. d'oh. damn clock.))