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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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POSTED ON Jun 17, 2024 22:26:19 GMT

in no certain terms are they proud of the fact that they'd spent the better part of this trip thinking about this.

a reasonable person would've walked away. there's plenty of coffee shops in rustboro. there's even more reasons to not have a cup. too expensive, not very good, always up-charged. it wasn't as though it were the morning proper, either, when they might've needed one. they weren't even going to be here for that long. they had to catch a flight in a few hours back to ever grande. he probably didn't get paid that much. on any other occasion, they might've been reasonable.

on any other occasion, they might not have risked the shame of re-acquainting themself with that barista.

they should be embarrassed.

they aren't.

the doors slide shut seamlessly behind them and adele takes a cursory glance behind the counter. a couple of unfamiliar faces, but that one isn't. they join the line. it passes smoothly. arms cross over their chest and they eye him quietly. there's a couple of seconds of debate on whether they should or shouldn't. it was petty. at their age, shouldn't they turn the other cheek? teeth rest on the tip of their tongue. but, he was grown enough too to know better. so, the order comes out:

"a medium, hot flat white with a double shot of espresso. half oat milk and half almond. extra foam, but only on the bottom half of the cup. add an extra shot of espresso on the side for me to pour in myself. one pump of vanilla syrup, one pump of hazelnut, then half a drop of caramel with a bit of cinnamon on top. not enough to sink, but enough to decorate. then, in a separate cup, two pumps of roseli syrup and one pump of lavender with nonfat milk, foamed, then in a third cup, ice but only ice with a bit of frost on it."

a pause.

"got that?"

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POSTED ON Jun 18, 2024 16:15:00 GMT

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The smell of coffee reminiscent of that from a Virbank City shop down home wafts lovingly from a little shop down the way in Rustboro. While there lacked a sound of construction, the hustle and bustle of the Rustboro working class rushing in for their morning brew kept the teeny little shop busy.[break][break]

One barista in particular works in the kitchen like a practiced dance, a suave movement to his feet, moving about with the flowing of the black apron around his person. In this quaint little shop, he feels at home, and with every order, he gets the coffee ready, and pushes it forward.[break][break]

Another satisfied customer smiles, walking away with his coffee and his digits, so with a turn of his heel, Blake readies the next one, until his ears are met with that of the shrill screeches of a harpy.[break][break]

Harpies. Right. The customers with the laundry list order. And though he cringes inwardly, he turns his head, and points a finger to his head as they finish.[break][break]

"Trust the process," he smirks, giving the half-knowing look to them that, no in fact, he didn't hear half that order. Because he makes art, not crimes. At least, not crimes against coffee. And so as he prepares the espresso shots, and sets ont to the side. While he is able to meet half of the requests allotted to him, he willingly ignores aspects of the drink. The parts that make it more of an art piece than a drink.[break][break]

And not the kind of art he wants in a museum. The kind of art paid on the street for five dollars. He'd rather buy one of his baby sister's macaroni arts. Those had a Zorua on it. Cute shit.[break][break]

The coffee cup, the shots of espresso in a cup, all of it is at the ready. A disgustingly vile concoction where it's just not enough hazelnut, barely a taste of caramel, roseli syrup, foam, and a weird milky blend. In truth, he would stare at the customer. And he'd grin.[break][break]

"Call it the Frankenstein's Monster." Cuz he's bringing this shit to LIFE. "It's on the house. Try it." He's not about to have them pay for this actual vomit in a cup. But he's going to be a good sport about this, whether they are or not is yet to be determined. But he's smiling, a confidence that sits quietly cheek-to-cheek. They could fire every slander a bad customer could sling, and the cute barista would merely turn the other cheek.

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NOTES

- OUTFIT[break]
- The little coffee shop barista serves one happy customer with his number given out, before Adele comes in.[break]
- Visibly unperturbed but inwardly vomiting, Blake makes the Frankenstein's Monster, and recoils.[break]
- Pushes it out to Adele, and states openly that it's on the house. He's not making them pay for hot garbage.

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POSTED ON Jun 20, 2024 4:54:30 GMT

they don't think they could've dictated it any more clearly.

it wasn't something that they'd drink. if adele could have their way, they would've just ordered a simple black coffee so that they'd be able to adjust it themself with a touch of creamer and honey. erring on the side of simplicity was the best way to ensure quality at places that you didn't know. but, the counter to that: that that same simplicity meant that it was easier to tell if something was wrong.

and their first coffee had been very wrong. so had the second, the third and the most recent.

it'd be unfair to place the blame squarely on his shoulders. a more gracious adele might've considered that someone burned the beans prior to his shift or might've entertained the possibility that this was simply the quality of this coffee shop and that they ought search elsewhere to find something more palatable.

but, and they insist it is a but, they would have if not for the defiance in his eyes now.

"mm," is all that they have to offer in reply when he insists that they trust in the process.

they'd heard that before.

doubtless, they'd hear it again after today too when they next returned to rustboro with an equally annoying order. ( though, at least they'd thought the flavor combination might've been acceptable. ) they're pleasantly surprised to see an abomination at the end of the counter by the end of it. adele kneels down, fingertips hooking on the edge as they watch caramel cut through an opaque, milky substance and is balanced out with a few odds and ends of what'd been asked.

espresso sits at the top inexplicably and they watch as dark tendrils curl inside.

"it's." well. it exists. this had been what they asked and paid for to some extent. pausing to take an antacid, they lift the cup to their lips and take a cautious sip. consider it. then, gently slide it back down onto the counter with quiet indifference. "it's an interesting palate cleanser. you'd know that, though." adele nudges it forward a little farther, meeting his gaze with theirs. "try it."

"you'll like it."

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POSTED ON Jun 24, 2024 20:40:40 GMT

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Making the world's most revolting Frankenstein's Monster was a choice, but it sure as hell beat the hell out of whatever order they had, and Blake stood by that. So when he pushes the cup over, and the customer would move closer, to take a sip.[break][break]

Blake's a good sport. If the customer isn't satisfied, Blake will fix the fuck-up. If a baby cries, he'll calm them down. If the customer doesn't like his coffee, it doesn't phase him, because they will eventually. When they respond how it tasted like an interesting palate cleanser, and a backhanded insult (at least, to Blake), his grin turns to a smirk, and whistles. "Oooh, scathing." He'd like it though? That's a fib. He'd be the judge of that.[break][break]

The drink graces his lips, and in just a few big gulps, he put it down. Discomfort reaches his face, but it's a short moment of vulnerability.[break][break]

"Nope. Just what I thought. Total shit taste," He laughs, turning back around. "Alright, your real order, one sec." He wouldn't take the cup back at all, but a medium, hot flat white with a double shot of espresso, half oat, half almond milk, with an extra shot by itself with some vanilla syrup, hazelnut, and a drop of caramel and cinnamon. That was just to start, but from behind the counter, it actually looked like he was giving the right order.[break][break]

He listened quite well. The customer may have shit taste, but Blake had a good memory.

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NOTES

- OUTFIT[break]
- We have fun here. Blake is enjoying the banter with the customer, and when he tastes the drink Adele does, he insults the drink fully.[break]
- Turns around, and begins actually assembling the drink... he'll probably get it right this time.

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