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fandomtownies2014-11-12 09:50 am
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The Perk [Wednesday morning]
"Already?"
It wasn't that Irene was actively dreading the holidays; it was that she hadn't expected them to appear in such force so soon. She'd stopped in at the Perk with the intention of getting something cozy to drink -- it was quite chilly out. But all the pumpkin spice paraphernalia had been replaced by peppermint and gingerbread and --
"Isn't it your Thanksgiving this month?" she asked the barista, finally caving and ordering a peppermint mocha. "Oughtn't you lot have sprung towards turkey-flavored things, or something? Isn't that the deal?"
The barista barely acknowledged that, instead handing over a drink that appeared to be more whipped cream than beverage. Irene retreated to a corner table, pulling her phone out to give herself something to do besides ponder where she'd been the last time she'd celebrated Christmas -- or, well, not celebrated, since she'd been pretending to be dead and all.
At least the drink was nice, even if her mood was a little more pensive than it'd been. And eventually she might even notice that she'd gotten whipped cream on the end of her nose.
[oooooopen!]
It wasn't that Irene was actively dreading the holidays; it was that she hadn't expected them to appear in such force so soon. She'd stopped in at the Perk with the intention of getting something cozy to drink -- it was quite chilly out. But all the pumpkin spice paraphernalia had been replaced by peppermint and gingerbread and --
"Isn't it your Thanksgiving this month?" she asked the barista, finally caving and ordering a peppermint mocha. "Oughtn't you lot have sprung towards turkey-flavored things, or something? Isn't that the deal?"
The barista barely acknowledged that, instead handing over a drink that appeared to be more whipped cream than beverage. Irene retreated to a corner table, pulling her phone out to give herself something to do besides ponder where she'd been the last time she'd celebrated Christmas -- or, well, not celebrated, since she'd been pretending to be dead and all.
At least the drink was nice, even if her mood was a little more pensive than it'd been. And eventually she might even notice that she'd gotten whipped cream on the end of her nose.
[oooooopen!]