3996/Charge it!

Charge it!
Date of Scene:	01 November 2020
Location:	Location
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Leslie Willis, Dick Grayson

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Leslie Willis has posed:
    Leslie Willis is most definitely not cool. Not right now, with her company-issue little visor, her apron, and the rest of her barrista uniform. Her parole officer was very clear she has to keep her job to keep her parole,and so she hasn't even called in sick, or stolen anything in a month! She's behaving, really. Or at least she has been.

    Everyone who works customer service has those days. The debit machine breaks. The espresso machine jets steam into your face like a cartoon. Bob wants his five pump soymilk monstrosity of a coffee with fifteen different customizations. And Steve's asking if the coffee beans are fair trade sustainably grown organic. And it's just too much.

    But hey, Leslie's not gone full on villainy yet! She's not even sparking. She's just staring murder and hissing out, "I toooooold Steve... I don't -know- if the beans are fair trade, or sustainable, or anything else! I NEVER KNOW! I DON'T CARE IF IT IS! IN FACT I HOPE THEY'RE NOT! I HOPE WE BURN A MILE OF RAINFOREST FOR YOUR STUPID COFFEE!! I'M GOING TO SUGGEST IT IN THE EMPLOYEE SUGGESTION BOX STEVE! I'M GOING TO WORK MY WAY UP THE COMPANY AND MAKE IT HAPPEN IF YOU KEEP FREAKING ASKING ME!!"

    Things are going fine. This is fine.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson had been making a stop just to pick up some coffee for himself. He has a habit of keeping rather late hours, for reasons that aren't available to the public. He pulled up in a nice black and blue Jaguar, wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of sunglasses. He stepped into the door fully prepared to rapidly mumble and order and take it back out to sip on the way to the gym. Of course, most people's gyms aren't underground or attached to vast private estates.

Then there's lots of screaming when he walks in. Definitely not cool.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on. Before my head explodes, let's take it down a notch. What's going on?" he asks, holding up a hand. Is this any of his business? No. But that's never stopped him before.

Leslie Willis has posed:
    Leslie glowers at Dick... well for about a half-second before her eyes widen and she practically squeaks out, a little jolt running down her spine, "Hey! I'm at a totally reasonable notch here! But... okay Steve, just... take your coffee and go!" She shoves the cup out at her hapless customer with a glower, and then she's all bright smiles at Dick.

    We're totally one of those places with the uhhh... charmingly gruff servers! Yeah! It's a -thing-." She glares at Steve and hisses, "Isn't it? Isn't it a fun -thing- we do? For -fun-?"

    Steve nods and retreats mutely, before Leslie's back to that bright smile again and a chipper attitude, "So! Coffee, right? Or are you more of a tea guy?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson keeps his cool entirely because keeping is cool is something he's particularly good at. He pushes his sunglasses onto his head and gives a crooked smile. "Hey, everybody has a rough day at work now and then. Nothing to be ashamed about. Better to let it out than keep it in."

"I like both, but coffee today. Double cap mocha, please. Dark chocolate mocha," he says. Bitter and sweet all at the same time. "Had kind of a rough night," he says, trying not to think too hard about how badly his ribs were bruised after falling through that windshield.