The Perk Caffeine Den, Saturday night

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Since you needed to know the password to get into this speakeasy caffeine den and people tended to be strung out on the bean anyway, this was one place Jessica could be herself and not some baseball-capped loser named Howie Solo-Stark. Overall, things were going to well for her now. Her 'mom' was going to add to her fortune tomorrow. Her true love - who was not only a potential heir to her fortune but also knew her dark secret - was gone and there was no way to tie her to his death. Eleanor posed no real threat. She was a future fashion designer. Come on.

After getting her order - a double espresso, because when you were this great, you got the quality stuff - Jessica slid into an arm chair and drank to her good fortune. Oh, that tasted good. Somebody wasn't getting to sleep anytime soon, and that somebody was named Jessica.

[OOC: Look, it stands to reason. Open for any other caffeine junkies living in style!]

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[locointhecoco]

There was a strung out loser of a pink pony in a ratty hoodie at the counter. Her hair hung lank in her face, her movements were jittery, her eyes dark and circled. She was the very picture of what the media thought a proper junkie ought to look like.

"You gotta give me my fix!" she cried, twitching at the barista. "You know I'm good for it, man, just hook me up, alright, I gotta deal going down later tonight, I can get you the cash tomorrow, latest, you just gotta give it to me. Now. I need it right now. You gotta, man, you gotta give me the stuff, man, the hot and brown man you know what I'm saying?!"

Poor high class stylish pony, taken down by the wicked drug of coffee. It was tragic, really.

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"Hey, hey, you're ruining my buzz," Jessica said. "If I buy you one cup, will you quiet down?"

[locointhecoco]

"A cup?" Pinkie's eyes went wide. "Yeah, yeah, one cup, I'm good for it, yeah, I'll quiet way down whatever you say just get me a cup!"

And to think, she used to be the pride and joy of her elite Manehattan pony boarding school.

Such a shame.

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"One cup for the pony. Put it on my tab," Jessica told the barista. "But nothing fancy. Straight black."

[locointhecoco]

"Yeah, yeah, straight black, just fine, that's fine, I'll get you back for it tomorrow, I got a deal going down tonight, I'm good for it, I swear."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry about it. I'm just here to make some friends. And what's one free cup of joe between friends?" Jessica asked.

[locointhecoco]

"Friends!" Pinkie cried, latching right onto that subject. "Yeah, yeah, we can be friends. I love friends. I'm the very best of friends you have great taste in friends."

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"Just don't let yourself be a bad friend, okay? I really don't want to make a habit out of buying your stuff for you," Jessica said.

[locointhecoco]

"No way, no way, I got that deal, like I told you. I'll be the best friend, the very best friend."

She'll most likely be the dead friend, actually. Oops.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Oh, Surreal had the password alright. She was a supplier. Working as a bodyguard and back-up singer for Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, had its perks. She had all sorts of connections.

Tonight, however, she was here to indulge. And plot her next assassination, because babysitting the rock-brat was only her day job. Surreal had a Mysterious Patron. Or two. Or three. She wasn't quite sure. But it didn't matter, because her Mysterious Patron wanted Cara Mason out of the way, and Surreal was going to make it happen.

Too bad the girl was so very pretty.

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"Caffeinated and deadly-looking," Jessica noted as she sauntered over with her drink. "My kind of girl. What brings you out tonight?"

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"A good time, what else?" Surreal replied smoothly as she slipped the folder labeled 'murder plans' back in her briefcase, under a bag of Yellow Catuai Arabica beans. "...maybe to make a sale or two, but mostly fun."

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"I'd ask what you're selling, but I don't like mixing business with pleasure," Jessica said. "And I think I'd be much more interested in pleasure tonight."

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Surreal gave a slow, lazy grin. "That makes two of us," she said, leaning back on the couch and patting the seat next to her. "Can I get you a refill?"

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"Well, aren't you nice? Usually I'm the one who has to do all the work," Jessica asked as she took the seat. "I'd love a refill."

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"That's me. Sugar and spice and everything nice," Surreal purred, snapping her fingers at a barista to get Jessica another drink. "Just ask anyone."

No, don't ask anyone. They'd laugh at the idea.

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"I hope that's not true all the time," Jessica said. Once the barista brought her new drink over, she took a sip. "Like this. This has a kick. That's perfect for how I'm feeling tonight."

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

Maddie had thought it was weird when she got to the Perk and had to give a password, which she'd just happened to guess. And when she saw the people in there...

So Maddie ordered a large iced coffee to go, and as she waited, she started wondering if something was happening in town and she hadn't gotten the memo?

Worst weekend ever to stay normal.

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"Hey, Maddie. I didn't know you were into this scene," Jessica said. This was a lucky break. One of the few people who only knew her as Jessica and not Howie.

You know, because she was normal. Whatever.

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"We have a scene here?" Maddie asked.

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"Caffeine chic," Jessica said. "Isn't that why you're here? To get your buzz?"

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

"Uh. I guess so," she said slowly. "Is there a thing going on this weekend that I don't know about?"

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"Just life, you know?" Jessica said. She was a few cups in, you were going to have to excuse her. "Life is going on."

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

"Okay, how about besides life?" Maybe Jessica was on drugs?

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"Well, that pony's a junkie and I think I'm going to get lucky with that other girl, so it's mostly specific kinds of life," Jessica said. "And then tomorrow there's going to be at least one wedding and one funeral. So it's the same as usual, really."