The Perk, Friday

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was working at the Perk today. No, not working as in 'writing a novel in public so people can see him' or 'sitting around, contemplating how terrible his life really was'. He was working as a barista.

How did this happen, one might ask.

Fangirls.

He wasn't seeing anything strange about his new job, sadly. He was just glaring at the milk foamer like it had offended him on some level.

[[OPEN LIKE ALL OPEN THINGS.]]

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Place an Order!

[justlurkinghere]

For all the customers.

Re: Place an Order!

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was in the Perk because of the things that was worth coming back to Fandom for, getting coffee was the ones that could happen in a comm public without repercussions.

"Coffee." Someone was just as cheerful and polite as Derek today.

Re: Place an Order!

[justlurkinghere]

"You don't say," Derek replied dryly. Oh god, don't let the fans see them be surly at each other. The shipping... the shipping...

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[wrongkindofsith]

"You're behind the counter so I assume you know how to make it." No, Cara, don't be snarky, the fans couldn't tell it apart from flirty.

Maybe they'd wipe themselves out in the flame war about getting rid of two canon queer ships for a het one? (The one about whether Sterek was canon would wipe out any stragglers.)

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles was getting coffee because everybody in fanfic was addicted to coffee. And if you thought Stiles wasn't the type to need caffeine in the first place because of his ADHD well...the demon needed a shot of espresso. For demon reasons.

That's right, demon. Why? How? Who cares, it brought in tension.

Not that the demon was in control now. It was just spastic, bright eyed and innocent Stiles. The extreme contrast between the two sides was brilliant writing for sure. He was looking even goofier than usual because, hi, gorgeous barista. Even the demon wanted to hit that. Possibly in more ways than one.

"Hi!"

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[justlurkinghere]

Curse you, demon!

Derek looked even surlier than usual because the light of his heart was there. Oh, if only Stiles would notice his love! If only! "Hi."

Awww yeah. He nailed polite conversation.

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[robinonadderall]

"How are you today?" Look at all this polite conversation!

Yeah, the demon was eye rolling.

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[smartestone]

Hermione Sue walked up to the counter and announced, in an American accent, "All the boys want me and all the girls want to be me. I'd like a large espresso caramel macchiato latte with skim and foam and no whip."

She placed a solid gold credit card on the counter to pay for it.

Re: Place an Order!

[justlurkinghere]

Of course it was an American accent. None of the super fans were from other countries.

Derek was so taken aback by he majesty, he didn't know how to respond right away. Because he knew that his abs would never be enough to win her. Not even if he had a million abs.

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[smartestone]

Let's all just be glad these fans could spell.

She was used to that reaction, so she smiled flirtily and said, flirtily, "I'll give you a bigger tip if you take your shirt off."

Yes, the fans were in charge.

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[locointhecoco]

"Derek, darling!" Pinkie greeted with her usual boisterousness, but rather less of the high and squeaky, because, really, that wouldn't be sexy at all. And the whole POINT of being a human shaped fashion designer version of herself was the sexiness. "What are you wearing?"

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[justlurkinghere]

"Pinkie," he replied, eyelashes fluttering. And oh god, the fan who wrote this was going to hell. "Just my work uniform."

Of designer jeans and no shirt.

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[locointhecoco]

Well, said fan would be in very good company. "Hmmmmm," Pinkie hummed, low in her throat. "No, that won't do at all. There's not nearly enough . . . glitter."

Pinkie had a thing for glitter, you see. A sexy thing.

Work a Shift

[justlurkinghere]

For any and all aspiring baristas.

Re: Work a Shift

[notapredator.livejournal.com]

Did you want slow service, the kind that didn't even recognize you existed for about, say, 11 hours from the time this comment went up? And when it eventually came, did you want it served with attitude?

Fortunately, Mira was here to serve you! Eventually. And poorly. She was going to go ahead and let Derek and whoever else do all of the real work for a while.

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that wouldn't be Kenzi. Who, just being background in this barista-world, was wondering what the hell was going on.

"Hey, Mira. When the hell did I start working here?"

Re: Work a Shift

[notapredator.livejournal.com]

"Apparently the same time me and the shaved Wookiee over there did," Mira said, gesturing to Derek. "Which would be about half past I don't know."

Re: Work a Shift

[filleauloup]

Well, apparently Éponine worked here now. And was now randomly a 21st-century teenager with a fairly lengthy rap sheet of petty larceny, and American despite her name. And was probably inexplicably friends with everyone else who worked here, regardless of whether or not she'd actually even like them at all outside of bizarre fan logic.

Why was she working here? Depending on who you asked, it was either to save up and eventually put herself through college, or to support her two younger siblings (not the conveniently-forgotten youngest two who never had names anyway) who were both alive because as of today she hadn't escaped a giant tragic rocks-fall-everybody-dies situation. Because she was totally the kind of person a court would grant custody to, even with the aforementioned rap sheet. Shh, fan logic.

So anyway, there she was, all leather jacket and punk attitude, in case you wanted to get that kind of coffee service. Or be the subject of one of her attempts to recruit you to the student activist organization with vague but totally radical really goals of which she was a vocal and passionate member.

[OOC: Who, me, in possession of a surfeit of bitterness, naaaaaaaaah.]

Re: Work a Shift

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"That's a new look."

What the fuck?

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[filleauloup]

Right? Not that Éponine noticed anything different.

"What, did you forget or something? Geez," she chided, checking in the inside pocket of her battered leather jacket for her pack of cigarettes. "You saw me yesterday, remember?"

Because in this AU they spent all their free time in the coffeeshop too, even when they weren't working. Because they held their semi-secret activist group meetings here.

Re: Work a Shift

[notapredator.livejournal.com]

"Nice jacket," Mira said. Apparently this place was filled with punkish baristas. "I mean, mine's nicer, but that one definitely works on you."

Re: Work a Shift

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi is here. Apparently. And if you annoy her, that specialty coffee she serves you will taste like the bitter, bitter tears of a person who apparently left Russia at the age of five and never quite got over it. And has no idea how you know that, so she's going to avenge her backstory on you.

Also, what the fuck. Really. She already has two or three jobs, guys.

Re: Work a Shift

[boocontinuity.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god you're Kenzi!" Megan squealed. "It's so weird, I was thinking about how I totally wanted to see you in a coffee shop, and here you are!"

FUNNY HOW THAT WORKED.

OOC

[justlurkinghere]

I'm easily amused.

Re: OOC

[filleauloup]

For the record I feel like I'm going to have to shower forever or serve penance for my sins after this. Which will totally be worth it.