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fandomtownies2012-09-05 04:36 pm
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The Perk, Wednesday Evening
April glared at the barista. "This crap tastes like cinnamon. I told you I hate cinnamon."
With a sigh, the barista informed April that no, it really didn't, and maybe she was experiencing today's bout of Fandom strangeness and just tasting herself.
"That's idiotic," April retorted. "If I had a flavor it would be sour apple." She set the cup down on the counter, licked her finger to find that that was indeed the case, and then crossed her arms over her chest in satisfaction. "Told you."
The barista just stared at her.
"Make it again," April ordered. And without even looking to see if the barista was complying, she stalked back to her table, opened her laptop up again, and continued the very important task of browsing horror movie trailersuntil the aggrieved barista called back over to let her know her drink was ready.
Problem solved.
With a sigh, the barista informed April that no, it really didn't, and maybe she was experiencing today's bout of Fandom strangeness and just tasting herself.
"That's idiotic," April retorted. "If I had a flavor it would be sour apple." She set the cup down on the counter, licked her finger to find that that was indeed the case, and then crossed her arms over her chest in satisfaction. "Told you."
The barista just stared at her.
"Make it again," April ordered. And without even looking to see if the barista was complying, she stalked back to her table, opened her laptop up again, and continued the very important task of browsing horror movie trailersuntil the aggrieved barista called back over to let her know her drink was ready.
Problem solved.