The Social Virus
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Post: 45626285_46 created on Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:39 amPosted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:39 am
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 p a s c a l ☣ l o w e™ " The Two Sides Of A Coin " Pascal really hated mornings, not that it was actually early in the morning or anything but still… He would rather be home asleep than serving coffee for annoying little girls who only come to the coffee shop so they could stalk some ‘cute’ guy or stupid brats that thought they were cool because they were having coffee. Was he bitter? No, just sleepy, and when the blond was sleepy and annoyed by something he could be kind of mean. Why was he doing this again? Ah right, he wanted to support himself and get a place of his own, so he will be away from that ol’ pervert that called himself his uncle. Shiver. Really, Pascal was almost sure his sleep disorders and nightmares where all thanks to Alessandro. Why did he have to bring a woman home every single night? That man has a problem.. Maybe Pascal should get the older male a brochure about sex addicts and places to get some sort of rehab on that. Sometimes, he dared to wonder if his uncle had some STDs but then he decided he would rather not know. cough[/] Oh right. He is in the middle of taking an order. "So, a grande vanilla latte with a chocolate shot, regular milk and extra sugar right?" The girl on the other side of the counter nodded and Pascal wrote down her order on an empty plastic cup along with her name. Amanda. And place the cup on a side so his partner will prepare the girl’s drink. “Would you like something else with your coffee?” The blond asked, bright blue eyes shinning with indifference as a small smile played on his lips. If it wasn’t because he was ordered to, Pascal would rather just scowl. The girl, Amanda, returned the smile and shook her head as she muttered a ‘No thanks’ while handing out a 20dls bill, with a nod, Pascal open the cashier and proceed to place the money in and get the girl’s change. As he did so, blue eyes glanced to a side, and the forced smile transformed into a real one once the blond male noticed that in just a few more minutes he will be on his brake. Perfect. Pascal will finally get his hands on that chocolate chocochip muffin that he had been glancing since his shift started. Just ten more minutes. Ugh, why does time move so slowly? It really wasn’t fair. He wanted that muffin now! Hmp. Well, there were no new costumers.. He may aswell just go for it and take said muffin. Ah, yes that sounded like a lovely idea. Blue eyes glanced around the coffee shop, dancing from the happy couple on the corner to some two guys talking and looking at a sketchbook or something. Good. No one was watcihng. And with that, Pascal smoothly moved towards were all the baked goods were and reached in for his lovely muffin, lips stretching further more into a big smile and his blue eyes seemed to light up. Yes, food had that effect on him. Well, sugary goods did. They made him happy. Very much so. If he could, he would marry every single sweet in the world... But then he will probably end in jail for eating his 'candy husbands' (◡‿◡✿) |
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