The Grog Shop is a small coffee shop in central Ashhaven City where many students visit to relax and maybe even study a little before and after classes. Famous for its very 'chic' interior and music always playing, it is one of the best hangouts for students of all ages, and even boasts karaoke, poetry reading, live music, and general literature sharing nights.
Vanitas strolled into The Grog Shop like he owned the place; wiping his muddy boots on the welcome mat as he ripped the helmet off of his bedhead. He hung the helmet up on one of the coat racks and stuffed his hands in his pockets while he moved to find the closest seat to him. When he reached the chair, he pushed it out in an almost violent manner, and slumped down in the chair. Yawning loudly, he lay his body across the back of the chair, and relaxed in it until he heard a voice.
"Ahem..." The voice was a man's, and he was clearing his throat. Vanitas tilted his head to the side so he could see who had made the sound, and he frowned when he noticed the barista staring at him with a disappointed look on his face.
"Oh, come on... I came in last week; isn't that enough?" Vanitas whined and let his head fall back as he closed his eyes stubbornly.
"Look, I gave you the job out of the goodness of my heart so you could actually WORK THE JOB." The man spat, and threw a dish towel right at Vanitas. Vanitas whipped his head up and caught it between his jaws just in time; looking irritated as could be.
"Look old man! I don't have time for a silly job! I have school to attend!" Vanitas' argument only made the older man laugh. He shook his head, and pointed to the counter.
"Yeah? Well you've also got a broken window to pay off thanks to your shitty motor skills. Get to work; you get to close tonight." With that, the barista walked off to the back room, and didn't get to see Vanitas' tongue sticking out to shame him.
Grumbling, Vanitas placed the towel around his neck and hopped out of his seat. He made sure to push the chair back in as hard as he could so that his boss could hear all the way in the back room, and then trudged to the counter behind the register. He reached under the counter for his 'custom' apron, and pulled it on as he sighed with disdain. "Nnng.... ******** my life."
I've learned so much being ｌｏｎｅｌｙ . xxxxxx“ T h e x s a d d e s t x t r u t h . ” ▔ ▫ ▫ ▫ 🔗 x but sometimes we have to pretend everything's okay ↷ .xxxxxxxxxxxx
o. o. c. //; word count-xx
f. e. e. l. i. n. g. //; parched
l. o. c. a. t. i. o. n. //; The Grog Shop
xxxxxxxxxxxxxSalt Augustus
ENTER FROM: SALT & LANE'S DORM
Salt timidly opened the door to the store timidly, the sound of a bell resonating throughout the place as to alert all of her presence. She looked up at the dainty golden dome, flushing softly. She was in her usual school attire, but had discarded her scarf and left it at her dorm as it was warming up. This morning, she felt it was quite cold.(As a tiny person, Salt felt cold easily).
From Salt's immediate observations, she saw that this shop was the kind in which a person would go up and order and then sit(or perhaps recline) in one of the seats. Their order would then be brought to them politely by a waiter or waitress. Salt was familiar with this cafe setting. Back home, there were many like this scattered about her town. It's where Salt would always go to escape her father's nagging and study in peace. She'd never been out to one of them, or anywhere, really - with anyone. Let alone...a teacher.
Salt's grip on her tote bag tightened and she approached the counter, looking up at the man who sat there, expression timid. He looked as if he did not want to be there and looked quite tired as well. The short girl offered him a small polite bow of the head. "Hello, How do you." Her pink lips stretched to reveal a cute smile, cheeks containing a rosy tint to them. She adjusted her glasses and looked up at their selection of teas, knowing it would be quite some time until her professor got there.
She wondered if he would come early, too, like her. Salt dismissed the thought after she considered it for a moment. Mr. Ishiin had mentioned how he needed to clear his schedule in order to speak with her in the first place, so it was highly likely he would not be early. Still, words could not express how grateful she was to for him to even consider being there.
"Could I perhaps trouble you for a cup of..." She paused, eyes rapidly racing back and forth as she discerned her options. "Oh, hibiscus tea. That appears lovely. Also, a white chocolate and cranberry scone, if you could, please." Salt offered a beautifully simple smile paired with pink cheeks, reaching into her tote bag to produce an adorable watermelon wallet where she pulled out a pink credit card and handed it to him.
She then turned and inclined her head to investigate shoppe, looking for someplace to sit and work.
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Sorry I took so long to post this! ; n ;
Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:01 pm
Pedestriane
It had been hours since Vanitas had come to The Grog, and he was tired of the slow pace of things within just the first few minutes. Of course, he had brought this on himself after crashing his bike into the shop the first time he visited. Oops. Sighing, Vanitas sat on the stool behind the counter, and leafed through the only magazine he could find in the rack next to the register: 'Cat Fancy.
Snarling as he flipped through the many pictures of cats in various poses, his yellow eyes scanned over the pages furiously as he waited to for the time to go by. Then, out of nowhere, he heard the bell over the door ring. He looked up from his magazine like a deer in the headlights. "Eh? Customer?" He murmured looking at the very few people in the cafe as if for reassurance that he wasn't going insane.
The female approached the bar, and Vanitas just stared rudely for a few moments.
He even sniffed at the air to catch her scent. Who was she? Why the hell was she here of all places? He let out a grunt as she ordered; taking it as an insult even though it obviously was not. "Vanitas give me this; Vanitas give me that." He said in the most high-pitched voice he could make before sticking his tongue out; a distasteful habit he had developed. "Comin' right up, Princess."
With that, he leapt off his stool, and nearly landed on his face in doing so. When he caught his balance, however, he grumbled along as he looked for the tea cups. Scratching at his head (and kicking his foot as he did so), he swore to himself over and over while rifling through things in the cupboards. One could hear glass break and tumblers fall over as he pushed things around until he found a tiny, cute tea cup hidden in the back of one of the cupboards. From there, he set off to work at making her tea; burning himself a few times and messing everything up until he finally figured out how to use the steeper.
Minutes later, he arrived at the girl's table with the cup in his hand. He placed it on the table, and grumbled a "You're friggin' welcome." before he turned on his heel and sauntered back over to the counter so he could go back to doing nothing at all.
I've learned so much being ｌｏｎｅｌｙ . xxxxxx“ T h e x s a d d e s t x t r u t h . ” ▔ ▫ ▫ ▫ 🔗 x but sometimes we have to pretend everything's okay ↷ .xxxxxxxxxxxx
o. o. c. //; word count-xx
f. e. e. l. i. n. g. //; curious
l. o. c. a. t. i. o. n. //; The Grog Shop
xxxxxxxxxxxxxSalt Augustus
Salt wasn't paying much attention to his expressions as she surveyed the area for somewhere comfortable to sit.
However, she turned back, surprised at the stranger's words. "Vanitas give me this; Vanitas give me that." "Comin' right up, Princess."
Salt observed him for a while and only let out a lighthearted giggle when he stuck his tongue out, thinking his demeanor very cute, not malicious in any way. So his name was Vanitas. Immediately, the word came up in her mind. She knew its significance. Salt hummed happily to herself. How pretty, she thought.
Finally finding a seat suited for her, Salt set her things on the table and produced her cute frilly notebook, flipping to her Alice in Wonderland section. She began to take notes, looking very concentrated.
When the young girl heard footsteps approaching, she looked up for her studies and smiled at the man, eyes glimmering. His single cup of tea intrigued her. Perhaps the rest was still being made? Perhaps he forgot? Hair air was one of solidarity. Salt thanked him softly, but right as he was turning to leave, gently grabbed the corner of his apron. She stared up at him, like a child would stare up at their parent requesting something.
"You've been injured," She whispered, eyes meeting his red and scalded hands. Reaching into her bag, Salt produced a sterile silken handkerchief, offering it to him. "Thank you for putting in the time and effort to make my tea. I'm very sorry about your subsequent wounds. If I worked such a job, I would do so terribly, haha, since I'm so clumsy." She squeaked a laugh softly and let go of his apron. "So, thank you, again. It's very impressive that you are able to prepare such. Also, um,"
Salt blushed softly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm so terribly sorry to be bothersome of this, however, I would be very appreciative if you would allow me a bit of your time." She straightened up.
"Are you well? Is everything alright?" Her eyes were pools of kindness, generosity, wisdom, and worry. "Often times misfortunes that befall upon ourselves and our loved ones manifest and metastasize in a way that can effect how we come across to others. It's important to take an instance and step back, reflect on it all...Would you like to speak for a moment, if it wouldn't trouble you too horribly? I'd love to hear about yourself; your day."
All the sudden, her face flushed red and she exclaimed, "Oh! Pardon my rudeness. How do you do, my name is Salt. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Vanitas. Your name is quite charming,"
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It's okay!!
Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:31 pm
I've learned so much being ｌｏｎｅｌｙ . xxxxxx“ T h e x s a d d e s t x t r u t h . ” ▔ ▫ ▫ ▫ 🔗 x but sometimes we have to pretend everything's okay ↷ .xxxxxxxxxxxx
o. o. c. //; word count-xx
f. e. e. l. i. n. g. //; happy
l. o. c. a. t. i. o. n. //; The Grog Shop
xxxxxxxxxxxxxSalt Augustus
"What are you try'na do, Princess? Sell me something?" "Charming? At least it isn't the name of a table condiment." "Errr... Well, not that it's a bad name or anything.... It's, uh, nice. Different." "GRRR, BUT NEVERMIND. NOW YOU'VE GOT ME MAD."
Salt quietly sat and watched his theatrical performance. A tail and pair of ears came as a surprise to her, but she clasped her hands together in front of her, pleased and happy to see them. When all was well and done, the young girl began to laugh softly. They were short, timid little chortles that soon quieted down. "How riveting!" She exclaimed, sipping at her tea. The handkerchief was put away, and she began to kindly answer to all of his comments.
"Whether dragon or steeper, your valiant deeds are deserving of immense kindness. I'm not attempting to vend anything to you; I'm simply expressing my opinions and concerns. However, should the time come where you take interest in the examples listed prior, I'm also excellent at lending a friendly ear." She giggled again at her own silly joke, very much enjoying this interaction. His personality, his features. They were all so very jolly and expressive!
"You gave me your name before. You're also wearing a name-tag on your apron," Salt pointed out, smiling. Her smile never once wavered. Not when he insulted her name and took it back, not when he expressed his anger. She simply nodded at his words, motioning for him to take a seat.
"Vanitas. The Latin word means "vanity" and loosely translated corresponds to the meaninglessness of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits. Paintings executed in the vanitas style were meant to remind viewers of the transience of life, the futility of pleasure, and the certainty of death. They also provided a moral justification for painting attractive objects." Salt paused and looked at this man endearingly.
"Certainly a much, much more meaningful name than my simple table condiment." She scrunched her nose up comically at the juxtaposition of his gripe and her acceptance of it. The scrunching occurred for only a moment, because Salt was smiling brightly again in no-time. "It's beautiful and consequential due to the nature of it. To depict something so wondrously fleeting, something we all strive for...Strive to accept, strive to understand. What better medium than a name? It suits you very well. Your passion is ethereal, Vanitas." She offered him up another one of her adorable titters, mien of honey and vanilla.
A girl, about eighteen, winked into existence on top of one of the tables in The Grog Shop, wearing a Hollywood Undead tee and ripped skinny jeans. She looked around for a bit, confused, before she started beaming. "Holy s**t. It worked. I'm not dead!" She clapped her hands together with pride before jumping down off of the table, her high-heeled boots landing on the ground with a clack. She looked at the two faces present in the room, studying each. The girl was a bit short, and seemed a bit too kind for her own good, according to the conversation going on between her and what seemed to be a wolf-boy. He was as red as a cherry, and spitting out insult after insult. Unfortunately, he also seemed to be working at the cafe. "I hope this goes well," The dark-haired girl muttered. She took a deep breath, and stepped forward, up to the counter, taking note of the dog kid's tail swishing around, showing he was pretty flustered. She bent down a bit, and rested her forearms on the counter. "Hi," She said with a small smile, "I'm Mary." She flipped her hair out over her shoulder with one of her hands, revealing one cyan eye and one lime green one. "Do you, by any chance, have any job openings?"
▌│█║▌║▌║║▌║▌║█│▌ Location: The Grog Shop - Company: Vanitas, Salt - Health: 100% - Status: Single - Outfit:[x] O.utO.fC.lones: Ah! I totally forgot to quote you guys! Sorry! And this also really short. I can't think straight tonight.
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Pedestriane
Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 5:02 am
I've learned so much being ｌｏｎｅｌｙ . xxxxxx“ T h e x s a d d e s t x t r u t h . ” ▔ ▫ ▫ ▫ 🔗 x but sometimes we have to pretend everything's okay ↷ .xxxxxxxxxxxx
o. o. c. //; word count-xx
f. e. e. l. i. n. g. //; happy
l. o. c. a. t. i. o. n. //; The Grog Shop
xxxxxxxxxxxxxSalt Augustus
Princess. Salt laughed again as she thought about it. She wondered what spurred that word in particular's usage.
His comedic sarcasm in response to her words made her nod and shrug. "I don't condone the use of drugs, however it seems they might have been used in this sense, to make something truly graceful. Though, it might just be a mother's intuition. Hippies are wonderful people,"
The young girl watched as his ears and mood became more tranquil. His tail soon followed, and she was met with some for of an apology. Her cheeks warmed at how kindly he seemed to be addressing her. Salt pursed her lips unknowingly. "I think you're fine just the way you are!" She blurted out with red cheeks. "So, if you want to make it hard, that's okay. I think you're nice and really funny, so you don't have to apologize!"
Her words were followed by a instantaneous motion of sound. Salt's eyes were drawn to the sudden movement and it was then she saw a woman hop off a desk and mutter a few things to herself. In mild surprise, the scholar was attempted to greet her, but her attention was diverted by Vanitas again. He began speaking.
"I-I never said that I was! Thank you, though!" Salt stammered out, pouting. She flushed at his actions, it was as if she was watching a movie and come across an erotic scene. However, this wasn't erotic, it was simply lecherous! One wouldn't use their feet on another woman's behind. That wasn't right at all!
The two strangers made their way over to the register and Salt stared for a moment before thinking herself extremely rude, and returned to her work. "Such an interesting school this is..." She mumbled to herself, tapping her pencil on her notebook as she read over Lewis Carroll's work.
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WAAAH SORRY I DIDN'T ANSWER LAST NIGHT Y'ALL, I FELL ASLEEP AT MY DESKK :cc
Mary leaned over the counter a bit more as she listened to the conversation behind her, but was surprised to find that there was nobody bent down grabbing mugs or something. She titled her head, confused, as she was sure she had seen a flash of blue shirt as somebody bent down behind the counter to grab something. Frowning, she blinked repeatedly, realizing that her cyan contact must be in wrong. It was very difficult to put in colored contacts when you didn't know where your pupil actually was.
She was just about to turn around when she felt a boot on her a**. Mary visibly stiffened, and straightened to a standing position. She turned around, stepping backwards a bit and hopefully catching the boy's foot with the heel of her maroon boots. She hopped up backwards to sit on the counter, brushing the hair out of her eyes once again as she did so, making a mental note to buy some hair ties at some point. She studied the girl who was doing work before the school year had even started, and chose to avoid starting a conversation with the nice one.
So the cafe didn't pay well? Mary couldn't help but wonder if Vanitas's pay was docked because of his endearing personality. "Well, I didn't put in all that effort to teleport here for nothing," she said, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him, "And God knows I barely have enough money to buy a large cup of coffee." Mary hopped down, stretching her arms over her head and yawning. "But I really do need one. So hop to it and I might leave you a tip, Vanitas. Oh and I'd like to speak with your boss. Something tells me you aren't very credible in this case." She flashed him a smile and grabbed some bills from out of her purse, along with her iPhone, which she began typing something into.
▌│█║▌║▌║║▌║▌║█│▌ Location: The Grog Shop - Company: Vanitas, Salt - Health: 100% - Status: Single - Outfit:[x] O.utO.fC.lones: Lol I love the little drawings of Vanitas.
"Tsk." Vanitas smirked as he watched the boot fly by his. He had pulled his leg back just in time, but it wasn't just a coincidence. He was trained to anticipate, to attack, and to block when needed. Pulling his foot back so he didn't get kicked was as simple as watching her leg for any movement, and then reacting immediately. "I just scrubbed that counter, lady. If you get a job here, your a** is cleaning it." He started matter- of -factly. "Secondly; no wonder you're so short, you drink this crap." He gave a toothy grin, but it didn't last too long after he heard that she wanted to speak to his boss.
As if on cue, a man practically ran out of the back room; bursting through the double doors like a bat out of hell. "You want a job?!" The man seemed frantic at first, but when he began to receive stares from his customers, he cleared his throat and straightened himself out professionally as he darted over to where Vanitas and Mary stood. "I'm Rocco Belientus, owner, manager, and barista. Don't let this punk fool you into anything!" Rocco flashed Vanitas a stern glare, and was met with Vanitas' tongue sticking out for what seemed like the billionth time. Rocco seemed used to it, however, so he ignored it as he looked back over to Mary. "We are very understaffed at the moment, and a new worker would truly help us out. I'm even willing to pay you double of what Vanitas is earning."
Vanitas sputtered like a broken engine. "WHAAAAAAAT?! I'm being paid?!" He seemed dumbfounded, and looked to his boss for an answer, but did not receive one. Paid. PAID? Just why the hell had he not been told that? He could have showed up for work every day! On time! Without complaints! IN HIS UNIFORM! Vanitas didn't know what he was feeling; was it feint? Was he going to keel over in that moment? He may as well have been gasping for breath.
"Anyways, if you need a job, yes we are certainly hiring."
Vanitas was still stuck on what his boss had said, and he was staring wide eyed at the floor. Slowly, a greedy smile began to spread over his lips. "Yessss, ma'am! We're hiring, just like ol' boss man said! Isn't he such a great guy? He's the best boss I've ever had." Vanitas wrapped an arm around his boss' shoulders, and gave her a thumbs up of approval as well as a wink. "This man won't let you down; no sir-ey. He'll fit you up with a job right away!
Rocco just stared at Vanitas like he were some sort of extraterrestrial. "Err... Yes. What he said."
✘Where: Grog Shop.⚰ ✘With:Salt and Mary.⚰ ✘Mood:'Holy s**t'.⚰
OOC:
Hur hur. Yes. Those little pictures just make me happy. I use them too often. Also, sorry that you're not in this one, Ped. Ishiin will be in soon. <3
Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 12:06 pm
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Mary blinked in surprise, looking up from her phone, as a man flew through a set of double doors waving his arms and asking if she truly wanted a job. He was... an interesting character. It certainly took him long enough to register that all of the eyes in the room were on him, before straightened up. Mary stifled a laugh as he speed walked over, and the rest of the customers became bored and went back to what they were doing.
Yeah, this job would certainly be an interesting one, considering the people she would be working with. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Belientus, my name is Mary." She said sweetly. She listened as he explained that he was in desperate need of another employee, and stifled yet another laugh as Vanitas went ballistic over the fact he was actually getting paid. So she had been right, he wasn't getting paid as much as she would be.
Mary once again brushed the hair away from her eyes, and nodded. "I'm not sure I can refuse an offer like that. Would you like to schedule an interview or something?" She doubted it would be necessary, but it would be worth a shot. Besides, she had worked at a relatively well-known restaurant for a few years. She hoped that would be enough to get her a job at a simple cafe, so if Rocco wanted to interview her, she wasn't about to decline. "Oh, Vanitas, I believe I ordered a large coffee?"
▌│█║▌║▌║║▌║▌║█│▌ Location: The Grog Shop - Company: Vanitas, Salt - Health: 100% - Status: Single - Outfit:[x] O.utO.fC.lones: It's okay, it happens to me a lot, too.
Rocco just kept shaking her head as she offered to have him schedule and interview. "No, no, no. That will not be needed. You are a student, yes? I support Ashhaven Academy and all of its students. If you are in such a prestigious academy, you must be a hard worker. Therefore, I'll hire you right on the spot. I'll even have Vanitas here mentor you!"
Vanitas seemed to twitch. "E-Eh?!"
"That's right. He will be in charge of you while I am gone this next week for my brother's wedding. He can show you the ropes."
"EH?!" Vanitas questioned louder, looking up at his boss for some sort of explanation. He didn't want to babysit a new employee! What was this?! "Sir, with all due respect..." He started, trying to hold his crass tongue.
"Vanitas you will take care of all of her questions and will oversee her work if she decides to join us."
"Listen here, old man...!" Vanitas was cut off by Rocco's hand clamping over his mouth. "MNNNNGHHH!"
"I hope Vanitas isn't opening his big mouth, and making you change your mind. I swear, he grows on you." Rocco said in a nervous tone as he tried to keep hold of a struggling Vanitas. Finally Vanitas bit down on his boss' hand to make him let go, and the man yelped in pain.
"Why I ought'ta...." Mumbling and wiping his mouth off from whatever germs he was given by Rocco's hand, Vanitas looked back at Mary with a bit of a sneer. "Oi. You can get your own coffee if you wanna work here. I don't serve servers." With that, he pulled away from his boss and stomped over behind the counter so he could get away from their little discussion.
"Sorry, sorry...things are a bit...hectic around here. Anyways, what do you say? Would you like a job here?" Rocco looked at her with big, puppy-dog eyes that made Vanitas nearly fall over laughing as he watched from behind the counter.
✘Where: Grog Shop.⚰ ✘With:Salt and Mary.⚰ ✘Mood:Blegh.⚰
