Tea with the Queen
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loligiarySuperheroing was great for the soul but didn't pay the bills. Genevieve subsidized her hobby and her rent payments through working the late shift at a coffee shop. Her coworkers were a relatively ordinary mix--some went out of their way to be kind and chatty, some had a chip on their shoulder, most regarded her with an apathy that was often a relief when she needed to be alone with her thoughts and the blender. The need to focus on each coffee-related task and complete it with practiced motions was soothing and kept her from wobbling in indecision. Some days were easier than others. Some days stress threatened to eat her alive.
The Queen helped with that, but you couldn't bring the Queen to work with you...and of course there was the problem of Jervis.
Genevieve heard the voice of a coffee order as she wiped down the spout of the latte machine. She turned and saw no one, and went back to work. Late night, must be hearing things. She was short, for any gender, and occasionally had to get up on a step stool to reach the spare beans and milk stored in the hidden cabinets behind the menu boards. Seeing particularly small people over the height of the counter was even more troublesome.
The Queen helped with that, but you couldn't bring the Queen to work with you...and of course there was the problem of Jervis.
Genevieve heard the voice of a coffee order as she wiped down the spout of the latte machine. She turned and saw no one, and went back to work. Late night, must be hearing things. She was short, for any gender, and occasionally had to get up on a step stool to reach the spare beans and milk stored in the hidden cabinets behind the menu boards. Seeing particularly small people over the height of the counter was even more troublesome.
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Date: 2016-01-24 02:38 am (UTC)"Don't worry. It's not a big deal. Umm, I hope you're friend's ok?" She felt this was a bit of a brush off, but she was going to try one more time.
"Maybe I could bring some pizza by your place later? I mean, you still gotta eat, right?"
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Date: 2016-01-24 03:05 am (UTC)Gen was texting back as she went for her jacket, looking from phone to Mary to back down again in a panic. "The trial cannot begin until all until all the jurymen are back in their proper places--um, I mean. I don't know when I'll be back. But!"
She seized on the pizza as a ray of hope. "I'll call you! Later! We can have pizza then!"
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Date: 2016-01-24 03:39 am (UTC)"Oh...ok." Her shoulders fell slightly.
"Sure. ok. Sorry. I'll see you around then..."
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Date: 2016-01-24 10:19 pm (UTC)"I'm really, really sorry!" she practically shouted as she tore out the door. Damn damn blast, why now?
"Off with their head, off with their head," she muttered as she pounded down the sidewalk. Cypher was there to pick her up two blocks down, and wasn't sure why the Queen was already in a full-on shouting mood even before she rolled into the back seat to change.
"Come join with the red queen, the white queen, and me," was the only grumbling response he got to a concern about a bad day on the job. Let's just do this.
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Date: 2016-01-27 05:26 am (UTC)An emergency, Mary decided, that's all. Gen had to have an emergency. Maybe her friend was in trouble. Yes, it had nothing to do with her or the rocky start to their friendship.