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Sneakeh Cat · 11-02-2017, 02:15 AM

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Originally Posted by KAYofthedead

Cypress had checked out the underground coffee place a few times. He liked it. And it was a lot better than going out into the London for coffee. Nah, Cypress was too lazy for all that nonsense.

He grabbed his signature coffee and made his way over to the Foosball table. He had been practicing on his breaks okay? He was good. He would proooobably enter a tournament soon and win some money. Cypress always welcomed money. Working here was the most stable job he'd ever have, and he was making the most he had ever made, even with his side potions business from when he was in school.

But here he was, still trying to get that side dig, yeah?

Cypress smirked as he sipped his coffee with one hand, and maneuvered the table with the other. Come on, any opponents?

Dorian had been enlightened about this underground coffee club his first week on the job; however, it took him a good 30 minutes to find it thanks to everybody who kept giving him such vague directions. It was to much relief when he breathed in that coffee smell from outside the door he was standing in front of because it meant he had made it.

Underground Coffee Club. What an interesting idea. What an interesting place!

He made himself a cup of coffee at the station, tasted it to make sure it was perfect, before walking off to find a seat. The older man stopped in his tracks when he noticed someone standing by the foosball table alone. "Are you looking for someone to play with?" He asked as he approached the table, and once he had stopped opposite of the man, he took another sip of his coffee. YUM.

11-02-2017, 02:15 AM	#35 (permalink)
Sneakeh Cat Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock Posts: 26,775 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Maia Denton Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2	Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once... Quote: Originally Posted by KAYofthedead Cypress had checked out the underground coffee place a few times. He liked it. And it was a lot better than going out into the London for coffee. Nah, Cypress was too lazy for all that nonsense. He grabbed his signature coffee and made his way over to the Foosball table. He had been practicing on his breaks okay? He was good. He would proooobably enter a tournament soon and win some money. Cypress always welcomed money. Working here was the most stable job he'd ever have, and he was making the most he had ever made, even with his side potions business from when he was in school. But here he was, still trying to get that side dig, yeah? Cypress smirked as he sipped his coffee with one hand, and maneuvered the table with the other. Come on, any opponents? Dorian had been enlightened about this underground coffee club his first week on the job; however, it took him a good 30 minutes to find it thanks to everybody who kept giving him such vague directions. It was to much relief when he breathed in that coffee smell from outside the door he was standing in front of because it meant he had made it. Underground Coffee Club. What an interesting idea. What an interesting place! He made himself a cup of coffee at the station, tasted it to make sure it was perfect, before walking off to find a seat. The older man stopped in his tracks when he noticed someone standing by the foosball table alone. "Are you looking for someone to play with?" He asked as he approached the table, and once he had stopped opposite of the man, he took another sip of his coffee. YUM. __________________ _______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.