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April had a colossal hangover today, and because she had a colossal hangover, she decided to very carefully venture outside of her apartment for a bagel and coffee.

Of course, that didn't work out quite like she'd planned.

"You!" exclaimed the man behind the counter. "You're the jackass who stole our bagels!"

April had no recollection of this. "No, I didn't."

"You did!" the man insisted. "Yesterday! You came in here and scared away our customers and asked for two hundred bagels and ran away!"

April shrugged her shoulders. Not apologetically, as that would imply that she cared. It was a very matter-of-fact shrug. "No."

"You did," chimed in a customer, nodding over her cup of coffee. "You were pretty drunk,"

Well, why hadn't they just said so? "Oh," said April. "Well. Whatever. Can I get a coffee?"

After the man behind the counter had her escorted out and told her to never, ever return, April got herself a coffee from the Perk and returned to sit right outside J,GoB. On a bench. Facing inside. Judging by the look on the guy's face, she thought there was a chance that she might get a toaster thrown at her today.

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Look, if Éponine wanted to take an afternoon break and go get herself something to eat in the middle of her work day she was damned well going to do it, thank you, because again this would be far from her worst example of slacking off on the job.

She noticed April on her way in and, while at the counter buying herself a cream puff and some coffee, couldn't help noticing the looks the cashier kept sending outside. She was fairly familiar with looks like that one.

"Good lord," she said, dropping onto the opposite end of the bench without so much as asking permission, "what on earth did you do to get him all worked up?"

"Stole two hundred bagels, I guess," April said with a shrug, like stealing two hundred bagels was nothing. "Whatever. He should get over himself. It's not like I rode a riding lawnmower through his store and knocked everything over."

She spoke from experience.

"What, all at once?" Look, it wasn't as if Éponine was going to judge her for stealing food or anything. "Well, no wonder. I'd imagine people would notice, if you go about it that way."

She sipped at her coffee silently for a few seconds, then blurted out as if she'd suddenly decided she was interested in the answer: "Did you ever go riding through a store like that?"

"Yeah, I was wasted," April added, because, look, it wasn't like she was opposed to casual shoplifting, since she certainly did it enough, but stealing while drunk didn't call for quite as much sublety. It was a whole thing.

As for Éponine's other question... April flipped through the videos on her phone for a moment, selected one (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lva810WGSf1qb34nxo1_400.gif), and held it up to Éponine as it played. "See?"

"Ah, well then!" said Éponine, as if 'I was wasted' explained it all (she figured it did). "Well, perhaps he can be persuaded to get over it sooner or later."

Never mind the hypotheticals of that, though; the video was much more interesting.

"Well, isn't that something." She couldn't help sounding a bit impressed.

"I've got to get myself one of these sooner or later."

. . . she meant the phone, by which she was about equally impressed.

"What, an iPhone?" April said, examining her own. "Yeah, I thought it'd be cool to have a voice thingy to threaten whenever my phone freezes up, but it's actually pretty boring."

That, and Siri was taking none of April's shit.

"Call quality's okay, though."

"Is it?" Éponine didn't sound terribly invested in the call quality. "I'm not so worried about that, long's I can take pictures and things.."

Like she was going to call people.

"Yeah, that'll do it," April said. "You know where the phone store is? Could show you if you want."

Once she'd slept off the rest of this hangover, anyway. But the last time she'd spoken Éponine, at the bar after the speed-dating fiasco, she hadn't left with the overall impression that Éponine had her shit together. So maybe it wouldn't kill April to offer some help.

That impression would be fairly accurate.

"Oh, I know where it is," Éponine said, waving an exaggeratedly careless hand. "One learns these things, tromping about on the same route every day. But it won't hurt to know whether the people there are terribly helpful or not."

"Pretentious hipsters, mostly," April supplied. "But at least they're not whiners like that guy in there."

She nodded in the direction of the JGoB front window. And then flipped off the guy in there, just because.

Éponine barked a laugh (and the way her voice sounded, that was almost literal). "That's exactly the sort of thing my brother might do."

Which was a rather depressing topic if she thought about it too long.

So.

"But really now, what in hell is a hipster?"

"Like, people who think they're really cool and different," April summarized. April, for instance, was a total hipster. "And usually dress really badly."

That, April did not do.

Fine, confuse the girl from the nineteenth century. Really, though, Éponine had asked, so she'd probably brought this on herself.

"I see," she said slowly, in the universal tone of except I really don't. Because she'd completely interpreted the explanation so that her mental picture was of -- well, suffice to say she thought it meant a lot of the people she used to know at home. "That doesn't sound so bad."

Except it did.

Oh, yeah. The barricade bros were total hipsters.

"It's like, wearing glasses frames you don't need and wasting insane amounts of money on coffee that claims no Colombian peasants were harmed in the making of beans," she elaborated. "And using stupidly fancy laptops."

Again, something April personally did.

Pssht, not them. She didn't even know them. The lovely types who lived in her family's crappy tenement, on the other hand.

. . . Éponine's definition of 'dressed badly' was not so compatible with the contemporary version.

"None of that," she said, giving April one of her half-unfocused stares, "makes any sense whatsoever."

"True," April agreed.

Oh, hipsters.

Well, that took a little of the edge off her enthusiasm. "I suppose I've dealt with worse people," Éponine decided. "That's not so bad, if all I've got to do is put up with them for a little while."

"You say that now," April said. "Wait 'till they tell you to go vegan and drink tea."

At this point, she was pretty much just screwing with Éponine.

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