Post by valora on Dec 16, 2011 22:58:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] for devan. 802 words. The only reason Valora worked at starbucks was because she thought that, if she did, she could obtain free coffee whenever she wanted. However, disappointment had only shown it's face when she found out that she could get coffee- but only with a discount. Still, it was better than paying full price and she was grateful for that considering she needed the coffee terribly, not to mention the money. This was her third year in college and it got harder and harder. Her psych essayes got longer and longer and it was a sort of miracle if Val got to hit the hay before two in the morning. And she thought high school sucked. Thank god today she worked the afternoon shift and didn't have to get up at around eight in the morning to do the morning pack of people, because it seemed like no matter who it was: you were not nice nor functional without your coffee. Valora had herself a few nasty hours to last her an entire lifetime, like that one time when someone had almost thrown their coffee at her and they hadn't failed to mention "they were late for work, now they had shit coffee." So it was a well cherished gesture from whoever was up there, looking out for her (technically her manager, oops.) that the girl was able to sleep in and avoid the angry mob of business men and women. Valora sighed heavily, her elbow on the counter and her head tilted into the palm of her hand which smelled a little too strongly like coffee beans for her liking. Not many people occupied the coffee shop, only a happy looking couple in the corner who looked as if they were about to leave and someone who hadn't decided what they wanted to order yet. Besides the rude, obnoxious people she had encountered, these people were a close second to who she hated the most. If the place had been busy, there would have been a line stretching to the city borders by now. The man seemed to notice her growing agitation and flashed her an apologetic smile, which she returned half heartedly with a sarcastic upturn at the corners of her mouth. The brunette probably seemed like she wanted to shoot herself....which she kind of did. Finally, they ordered a pumpkin spice latte to go, one they only had around this time of year due to Christmas being right around the corner. Almost happily, she went to work on making the drink so val could get the guy out of here and she could go back to serving people if anymore even showed up. Her fingers worked quickly and mixed the drink, pressing down pumps and sprinkling pumpkin spice onto the top before pouring it into a grande cup. Afterwards Valora handed the hot liquid to the man and took his money, sending him off on his way with a halfway sincere smile and a have a nice day, generally what she was paid to do. Deciding that she deserved it, the 21 year old walked through the back of the building, baring the sudden gush of cold wind that attacked her when she opened the heavy set door. "I really should quit," val murmured to herself, pulling a cigarette out of it's casing and sticking it between her lips. After a few attempts of rolling the wheel and pressing down, with her hand cupping it from the wind, the lighter finally ignited the cancer stick. Instantly her lungs were filled with a dark smoke and she slowly blew it out back through her mouth. Honestly, it was beautiful this time of the year. The snow covered the world in a blanket of white and it almost seemed peaceful, like it wasn't full of vomit and horrible people and depression. Sighing, she took one more long, hard drag before throwing the cigarette to the ground and putting it out with the sharp twist of her foot, grinding it into small pieces of tabacoo that littered the ground. Tugging her long sleeves back down over her arms so it didn't appear wrinkly, and patting down her now wind blown multidyed hair, val went back inside, welcoming the warm air with open arms. When she came back in, probably smelling like smoke so it was hardly a surprise to the people that now occupied the room, Valora went right back to her post, putting on a half hearted friendly smile to the first person in line. More so, the only person in line. Hopefully this one didn't take as long as the last because she would literally beat her head into the espresso shooters. Not literally, though. God damnit, she wished she had stayed outside just a little bit longer. "What can I get you to drink?" |
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