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 Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 7:40 pm
The coffeehouse is situated between taller, more prominent and professional shops, making it easy for the cafe to be passed over without notice. Despite this, Java Joe's sees and serves a generous amount of customers daily. The owner, a time weathered man named Joe with a chocolate complexion and a big heart, greets them with a wide smile and casual conversation.
It's Dare's single favourite spot for a gig. Other coffeehouses don't own such a relaxed and inviting atmosphere as this one, and the teen has taken so well to Joe and the other employees that he has been taken on as full time entertainment.
For once, Dare isn't the one on stage. Though still accompanied by his guitar, he enjoys a double-double by the corner, engaged in a lighthearted debate with one of the regulars, a fifty-something aged rocker himself.
"Nahh, see, you could get a more eclectic sound if y' were just t' find a new bassist, Marty," he tosses out there non-chalantly before sipping some of his coffee. "I know it's prolly not my place t' say, but th' one y' have now.."
He twists his wrist as he struggles to remember the name. Marty takes the cue and says, "Sven."
".. Sven jus' can't keep up anymore," Dare confides with a sad, affirmative nod. Marty's mouth drops, but before he can continue to argue, his watch beeps. They exchange goodbyes and the Legend teen is left with a table to himself [and his guitar, of course].
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:45 pm
Demare tugged at his scarf as he pulled open the door to the coffeehouse, letting the door close quietly behind him as he peered around the room. It seemed kind of peaceful at the moment, people gathered around to chat and listen to music together, some of them perhaps only their to escape the cold.
Which was partially why he was there, but that wasn't the point. He was attracted to the music he'd heard from outside, and wanted to know what was going on.
The teenager wrickled his nose a little bit as the strong smell of coffee began to fill his nostrals, feeling his fingers twitch a little bit and his head spin for a moment. This was why he hated coffee... To him, it all just stunk. Idly, he wondered if they sold any tea.
As the music continued to play, the halfling began to step toward an empty table to take a seat, his bi-colored eyes still scanning the surroundings. Before he could pull out the chair, however, he stopped, his eyes setting on a red-headed man in the corner. The boy didn't seem to look that much older than himself, but for some reason, he felt a little familiarity with him--almost drawn to him, somehow--and the guitar sitting next to him.
He'd seen that guy somewhere before.
Demare looked down at the table he was about to sit at once more before releasing the chair, pulling off his black gloves from his hands and shoving them into his coat pocket. It wasn't long before he found himself standing near the corner, his wings folding inward and as close to his back as they could possibly manage.
"Hey, any idea who this is playing?" he asked, moving his head to indicate the entertainer on the stage. At least that would get a conversation started. Maybe.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 11:37 am
Dare turns a smile to his newest company, hoisting his guitar off the seat next to him to offer it up to Demare.
"A local band named Inept Squirrel Combustion," the Legend teen replies with a nonchalant shrug. "T'was nice fer Joe t' give them a gig to get'm started."
With a sip of his lukewarm coffee, Dare gives the other a curious look out from under his crimson bangs. "So, y' strike me as familiar.. do I know you from somewhere? Been to a show lately, or..?" he inquires with genuine interest.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 11:54 am
Demare quirked a brow at the name of the band, thinking it to be quite odd. Granted, there were stranger names, but that didn't really matter so long as they played well, right?
"I know someone who would probably love the name," he muttered to himself quietly before nodding a silent 'thank you' to the other teen, taking a seat next to him.
"Hm?" Demare blinked a few times, wondering how he knew he'd felt that. Maybe he'd seen the look he'd given him earlier... "Well, yes, actually. But I've never been to any shows... I didn't exactly go out much before, but I swear I've been you somewhere before. Maybe a long time ago, I'm not sure."
For a moment, he'd completely forgotten his manners.
"Gah! Sorry... might help if I introduced myself, right?" the halfling asked, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Name's Demare... but you can call me Clare."
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:10 pm
Dare cracks a bigger smile at his new companion's reaction to the band's name. "Ahh, there's something to be said about unusual naming and indie cred," he agrees offhandedly.
Taking Demare's hand when offered it, Dare gives it a firm shake. "Clare? Easy 'nough to remember. M' name's Dare."
He straightens up suddenly as a woman passes, suddenly remembering his own manners. "Jules?" he calls out to her, and the waitress responds by turning on her heel to face them. Dare returns his gaze to Demare. "Is there something you'd like t' drink?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:41 pm
Demare couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at the comment. He then smiled to the woman Dare had stopped.
"If you happen to have any herbal tea, I'd love a cup..." he said, lifting a hand to rub at his neck a little bit. "Otherwise water would be just fine."
Then it struck him. Dare??
"Waitaminute. Aren't you a friend of Chandra's?" the legend asked curiously, turning his eyes to the man.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:55 pm
"Ch-Chandra?" Dare chokes. He's silently glad he'd managed to swallow his coffee before Demare sprung the name on him. He gives the waitress a nod and she departs to strike in the Legend's order, and to leave the two to their conversation.
The crimson haired Legend finds something very interesting to stare at along the rim of his coffee, for his eyes don't depart from this spot, certainly not to look at Demare in case the other notices his slightly flushed cheeks and his being flustered. "I know 'er, but it's beena while since I las' saw her.."
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 5:26 pm
Eriol shivered as he pushed the door open and ran inside, all too willing to shut it behind him. Instead he had to hold it open for couple of other people coming in, as courtesy hadn't completely left him. As soon as they had passed, however, he shut the door quickly and rubbed his hands together. Next time he would wear gloves and a scarf, even though his only ones were polka dotted and goofy looking. They couldn't look sillier than frostbitten fingers.
"Why do you always choose this place?" Just behind Eriol, Karan wrinkled his nose and looked around. To a teenager the place might seem cool or charming, to him it was just a bunch of adults doing what adults did. And they didn't even offer cool drinks or food, just coffee and tea and maybe some bagels. "This stuff's boring."
Used to the complaint, Eriol rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Too bad. 's my turn to choose. If ya hate it so bad, ya can go'n buy somethin' else, meet me back here."
Any other day Karan might have done that. But he was also cold, and unwilling to go back into the frigid outdoors just for a milkshake or a soda. "Nevermind," he muttered, sulking on his way to the counter. It was his turn to get the food, so he leaned over and eyed the menu. "Coffee, please. And do you have milk?"
Once he was sure that the runt wouldn't put up any more trouble, Eriol started looking for a place to sit. It was strangely crowded, and he started to worry that he might have to take his coffee to go.
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 12:42 am
Demare couldn't help but quirk and brow at the reaction, wondering why he was flustered. Then, he remembered what he'd figured out in the past. This was definitely the same Dare.
"So it is you," he said with a slight smirk, but it quickly faded. "It has, huh? Well, shoot... I guess I'll have to find another book again."
He pondered for a moment before continuing. "No offence, but I'd have thought you'd see her often. Did something happen?"
Instinctively, his bi-colored eyes turned toward the door as he heard it open, watching the people step inside. The man standing near the door... Somehow, he looked familiar. As if he'd seem him a looooong time ago.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:52 pm
Dare muffles something into his next sip of coffee, purposely garbling up his reply. To his relief, a distraction presents itself. He glances in the direction of the new entriants to Java Joe's, and, in an attempt to shake off his would up nerves, slouches a little nonchalantly.
"Someone ye know?" he inquires cooly, scratching a finger against the ribbed lid of his coffee. "Wanna call'm over? I wouldn't mind a big chat!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 12:31 pm
Demare didn't even notice the mumbling, distracted by the people near the door. Now it was going to bug him...
"Hm? Oh, maybe..." he said with a shrug, then thought about the suggestion. It wouldn't hurt to have someone else around, even if they did end up being a stranger. "Sure. I'll see if I can't get his attention."
For a moment, he thought about how to attract the dog boy. Whistling sounded kind of... wrong, but with all the noise in the coffee house, what other choice did he have without getting up? Taking in a deep breath, he was about to do what he'd intended, but a very familiar looking scarf poked out into view.
"Is that...?" Demare muttered to himself, squinting his eyes a little bit as he exhaled, standing up to approach the familiar teenager.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 10:21 am
Karan busied himself at the counter. The cafe clerk seemed unwilling to give him milk, which was absurd considering that they had to have it for the coffee. He almost bribed the guy, but instead just shook his head and asked for extra milk with the coffee. That would do it, hopefully.
Amused by this scene, Eriol only noticed Demare when the teenager was nearly upon him, and screwed up his eyes. That wing combo wasn't something one saw every day, to say nothing of the hair and eyes. "Are you that friend'f the runt?" he asked, cocking his head. "Huh. You guys are effin' weird."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:19 pm
((AAAAAUGH. I'm sorry this took me so long. gonk *assuming he's supposed to reply*))
Demare quirked a brow curiously, not sure of what the guy was talking about for a moment. The runt...? Glancing at the counter, however, it came to him. Dog boy here was that guy that brought him to Karan's house for the first time. And here he was... with Karan.
"I have a name, ya know," he said a bit blankly. "And who's ******** weird?"
Then, it occured to him that... what was his name... Eriol? That sounded about right. He forgot that Eriol probably didn't know his name.
"Please call me Demare," the halfling requested. "...Or Clare. Which ever floats your boat." The teenager decided it would be best to wait for Karan to recognize him before approaching him. "If you guys would like, you can sit with me and Dare over there... Doesn't seem to be that much seating alone."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 5:44 pm
"Whoa, calm down. I din't mean that like you was nuts or nothin," Eriol protested, folding his arms in front of him. Why did everyone have to get all defensive on him when he pointed out that they were weird? It wasn't like he was saying anything that shouldn't have been obvious, nor did he mean it in a bad way. They were just weird, that was all.
But at least the guy calmed down, even introducing himself- which was good, since Eriol couldn't remember his name at all. "Demare. 'm Eriol. And you 'member 'im, o'course."
Karan headed over, attention fixed on the tray he was carrying with the utmost care and concentration, making sure the large coffee and the tiny cup of milk that the clerk had parted with didn't tip and ruin everything. "They should have waiters for this," he mumbled to himself. "What if-"
What exactly he was thinking was never spoken. His voice caught in his throat, his eyes on the people in front of him, and he had to cough in order to get even a greeting out. "H-hi."
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