The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

It wasn't that Margo had been avoiding Fandom. Or anyone in particular. It was just that in the process of making sure Stark knew that was never happening again without, somehow, being forced into the position of telling him that and maybe watching the puppy face snap like a twig, Margo...

May have not been on the island. A lot.

At least she'd finally realized it?

"No, I didn't avoid the fucking Perk because of you," she told the barista, rolling her eye. "I got more important shit going on." Beat. "And yeah, fine, I'll turn your shirt purple free of charge if you start serving me again. Christ. You don't dream big, do you?"

She was still not in the best of moods.

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[sword_chocobro]

Looks like Gladio was just kind of having a real sit in the coffee shop and catching up on his reading kind of weekend, because he was back at it again with a book in one hand and a coffee soon to be in the other. In the meantime, it was free to lift in a wave, to go with his nod at the familiar face.

"Margo. How's it going?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Decaffinated," Margo said, casting a glance his way. "It's a pain in the ass, and not in a fun way."

[sword_chocobro]

"Well," Gladio pointed out, "at least you're in the right place to fix that one, right?"

A pause, for the flash of a thought and an unimpressed kind of look.

"Unless there's a thing going on."

He'd be fine. But dealing with Specs with no caffeine? Hard pass.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"That all depends on whether this one is going to shake on our deal or not," Margo said, glancing back at the barista. "Yeah?"

She received a scowl in return.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Margo shook her head. "Fine." She let her hands dance through the air, making shapes, allowing for the water all around the island, the position of the moon, and--

"There you go," she said. "It's fucking purple. Now can I get my three shots of espresso or what?"

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio quirked a brow at...all of that, but mostly at the barista.

"They really holding your caffeine hostage over a fashion choice?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"She thinks I'm rude," Margo said, rolling her eye. "Fuck, she hasn't seen me rude."

But at least the barista was heading for the coffee machine, now.

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio considered that for a moment, but it only made him tilt his head and scratch the side of it a little.

"Seems a little...counterintuitive," he said. "I mean, unless she wants you to be rude..."

Seemed possible. Some people were just into that, right?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

There was a short pause as Margo's mind-- went more or less through the same steps. "Oh fuck," she hissed, stepping towards Gladio. "This did start during sex pollen week."

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio shifted a speculative glance back over to the barista, and when he went to look back at Margo, it was with an expression meant to be apologetic, but it had some trouble getting there with his grin in the way.

"I'm sure it's just a coincidence," he assured her.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Sure," Margo said drily, "So was me being pissed all through the same turbo ovary shit." She shook her head, but looked over her shoulder-- "At least she's making my espresso."

[sword_chocobro]

"Always look on the bright side, right?" Gladio said, grin going no where. "Plus, saves me the risk of getting blacklisted, too, if I got caught trying to slip you some if she kept being a hardass."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo pulled a face. "You'd let her start some kind of psycho caffeine maffia operation just like that?" she said.

[sword_chocobro]

"I wouldn't really say I'd be the one starting it," Gladio countered, "but....I can't say it would be doing much to stop it, either. Should I have stepped up and defended your honor instead? You don't seem the type."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Nah, I just didn't take you for the type to cock out at the threat of one barista trying to blacklist you," Margo said.

[sword_chocobro]

"Never said I would," Gladio pointed out. His roommate was Ignis Scientia. He could survive a blacklist, he just went to the Perk as a courtsey to his supply and for all the latmosphere and lovely company. "All I said is that I'm glad I don't have to worry about it either way since she is getting your espresso."

He looked over at the barista.

"Might wanna make sure she doesn't spit in it, though."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Oh, I've got a spell for that," Margo said. "Perks of being a Magician."