forum Harbor Cafe (characters wanted !)

Started April 04, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

She shook her head, shimmying down from the counter and turning to make yet another coffee. "That's not magic, that's a form of intoxication. You need caffeine. And Sam, give the guy a break."

"Yeah, listen to tha lil' missy. Give me a break." Matt just gave up trying to untangle his legs so he just, pushed the bars apart. With his legs. And stood back up while trying to bend the bars back into place. "Don't give me a break, I'll break you. Whoopsies."

"Oh leave me alone lightweight, how did you not laugh at some guy busting through totally wasted?"

She shrugged. "Because I've been there before." She was about to hand the guy a coffee when she noticed the bent stoolbars and immediately dropped the cup. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO DOYOUKNOWHOWMUCHTHESECOSTIMGOINGTOFUCKYOUUPDUDETHATWASLIKEMYLIFESAVINGSRIGHTTHEREANDNOWITSCOMPLETELYWASTEDWHATHAVEYOUDONE-"

"Ah please calm down lil' lassy I can put them back. If I can't I'll pay ya then, huh?" Matt began moving the bars back into place. Sort of at least. He's kinda still wasted so the lines weren't perfect. Or straight. But it was functional and it wouldn't fall over at least.

Sam burst into laughter again, now lying flat on his back and cackling loudly

(also I changed her age from 25 to 33 because I can)
"YOU FUCKING BETTER!" she yelled, hand already on the dagger. The carvings in the handle had started to glow green. She slipped it out of her belt and pointed it directly at Samandriel. "Shut the fuck up."

"Yeah, shut the fuck up." Matt tried hiding behind her words like a troublesome child behind their mother.

Sam just kept laughing, curling up on the floor with a scone crumbled between his fingers

She grabbed a second knife out of her belt with her other hand, one that wasn't enchanted. "You're not off the hook yet, so you can shut the fuck up too."

He gave her the finger while laughing, finally starting to calm down a little

Matt made a pouty face but accepted his fate and held his hands back at the sight of the green-lantern blades. "Yes ma'am."

Amber wished she could flip him off right back, but couldn't since she was pointing a weapon at him. She slipped it back into her belt and glared at him. "You're both going to put those stools back together in perfect condition, or so help me god I will kill you both."

"Oh quick your complaining sweetheart, I've paid you like 300 dollars by now. And in a show of good faith…" Sam dragged himself up, then walked over to the bent stool. His rune tattoos sparked and flickered to life, and his palms glowed white hot. He put them on the chair and moved the bars back into place properly. "Voila."

"I mean I wish you could lil' lady. That'd be a blessin' now wouldn't it?" Matt lowered his hands in response and glared at the stool like it fought him and won. And then glared at that Sam dude.

(oh no sad Matt is sad) Sam shot him a look back, but couldn't help but break into a wide grin. "You falling on your ass has got to be the best thing I've ever seen you humans do."

Amber's face fell, and she wasn't sure what to do or say. She looked at Sam, then at the jar of money, most of which was from him. She grabbed it and tossed it to him. "Just… keep that, I guess."

Sam flinched a little as he caught it right before it hit him in the nose. He tossed it back. "Keep it lightweight, I don't need US currency. I made all that out of thin air."

"Well glad to be of amusement to ya sir dicksalot." Matthias did a very precocious and elaborate bow before finally sitting in the stool correctly. "I'll take ya up on that coffee young miss."

She tossed it right back to him. "Keep it anyway," she said, looking at the stools again. It was one of the only things she brought here from her penthouse that she lived in with Milo and Asura. They were both gone now. "Also, if you want coffee," she said, looking at the drunk man. "You're going to have to clean up the cup I dropped for me first."

"Gods, I don't know how you managed to bow without falling on your face again," he said, snickering a little at the mental image of it

Sam turned to the drunk and handed him the jar. "Here, keep this for drinks or something. I don't want it."

Amber glared at Sam. "I was trying to be nice, but you just gave my money away."