fandomtownies | The Perk, Saturday Morning

The baristas were dancing when Stark walked into the coffee shop. That was new. He stood and watched, impressed that none of the coffee was being spilled during what appeared to be an elaborately choreographed ballet numer.

"Have you been practicing that?" he asked once it had finished.

"Nah, it just happened. Been a lot of dancing this morning. You haven't been dancing?"

"...No? Should I have been?" Stark asked, a little concerned now.

"Other customers have been. One guy did a whole tap routine about pumpkin spice. It was pretty sweet."

Stark was almost certainly doomed to start dancing sometime soon. For now he was going to order his iced coffee and a breakfast sandwich. At least nothing was on fire today?

[Open, of course, for your dancing or caffeine or alien needs!]