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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2021 3:40 pm
Quote: Prompt 3 (Drink Yourself Silly): Pop up shops are a dime a dozen in Destiny City this time of year, and for as much weirdness as they cause, there’s still something alluring about them. Walking through the city, you happen to come across one that seems particularly cozy and is decorated in such a way that you just know they’re trustworthy. The menu only has a few items but there’s something for everyone. Maybe it’s hot chocolate, maybe it’s coffee, maybe it’s some chilly winter sweet--whatever it is, it’s delicious. And magic, but you didn’t know that when you ordered it. It started with an itch at the back of your throat, but what happened after that was anyone’s game. Some of the drinks turn into a tickle in your nose, and now you’re suddenly sneezing snowflakes for the next hour. Maybe you finish your drink and you suddenly feel warm--like you’re in the middle of summer. (Do you even need your coat? It’s so hot! --Or is that a fever?) Or, the itch turns into something else--and suddenly you feel the urge to sing. It’s compulsive, you can’t help yourself, you must sing. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to communicate in any other way. It fades an hour after you finish the drink, but still...
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2021 3:42 pm
She should have known better - no scratch that she did know better - after all Saffron had lived in Destiny City for long enough to know how weird it could get - particularly around the holidays.
Especially around the holidays–
But just like her younger cousin, she had a sweet tooth, and that sweet, sweet smell of hot chocolate had been too hard to resist.
Saffron knew better, but she'd still gone ahead and brought the black forest holiday special with whipped cream decorated generous shavings of chocolate and cute but tiny cherry-shaped marshmallows from the little pop up shop that had popped up along with the wave pop up shops that seemed to crop up like clockwork around this particular time of year.
After all the little pop up shop hadn't seemed like it was particularly strange, instead it had looked rather cosy actually - and the way that it been decorated so that it looked like a tiny wood cabin had only added to that effect–
And there had been tinsel and cute little ornaments, some of which Saffron had recognised from another the little pop up shop from further down the road, as well as a small but neatly decorated Christmas tree, all of which had added up to come across a something that was so far away from being suspicious for the thought to be almost laughable.
Almost.
A small voice in her head had tried to suggest caution, but Saffron had inhaled the sweet rich smell of melting chocolate and had ignored it anyway.
The menu had been small, tiny really, with the choices on the menu listing hot milk, latte, hot chocolate and the aforementioned hot chocolate holiday special as its only options.
It looked cute, smelled heavenly and tasted even better and a small part of Saffron found herself thinking that it was a place that Arian would probably love given the fact that her dark-haired cousin's sweet tooth was probably one of the world's worse kept secrets–
Well at least so she thought right up to the tickle that crept into the back of her throat when she was about halfway through the decadent concoction - an itch-like almost but not quite cough that just wouldn't go away.
Finishing off the concoction in an attempt (poor though it was) to try and fix the problem hadn't helped - had only made the 'tickle' worse as it moved from the back of her throat to her nose, the itch getting stronger and stronger until Saffron had no other choice but to sneeze.
The sneeze was loud and very much undignified and worse had come with a flurry of little snowflakes–
As in 'actual' true blue snowflakes, that danced along in the force of her sneeze.
One sneeze, became two, became three and then finally far too many to count–
And each and every sneeze came with more flurries of snowflakes that danced along in the airstream of her sneezes.
It had been a relief when her sneezes finally stopped and the last of the snowflakes had finally died away - well at least right up until the point when someone had asked her for directions and Saffron had found herself responding (to her utmost horror) in Christmas carols when she had opened her mouth to answer.
She should have known better - no scratch that she did know better–
And if there was a next time then Saffron was going to resist the hot chocolate - no matter how heavenly it smelt!
-- 581 words --
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