don't you weep // open

[Holly-Lynn Moore]

Some things are too painful to say out loud
Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud

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According to her brother six in the morning was too early to drink. And so instead of going to the club, like Holly had wanted to do for days, she went to the cafe...after asking some random five year old child what a cool place would be to hang out. That child had then named off a million places, including the night club that she vowed to make her brother go to some night. She'd have Skylar help, and the three of them would party. Partying with Luke and Skylar was always fun, even if it was so damn hard to get Lukey out of the house...or cabin, in this case. It was always worth it to see him do all the stupid shit he did whilst drunk.

After talking to the little kid, and took his directions and went to where he said the cafe was. Surely enough it was obviously a cafe...and it smelled like coffee. Oh, Holly loved coffee! And anything to do with coffee, really. No, scratch that, anything to do with caffeine in general was pretty much love in her point of view. Energy drinks, coffee, all of it was what kept her going, pretty much. But wasn't that how it was for most people on earth in the twenty first century? Computers, coffee, cell pones, the three C's of life.

She took a deep breath, letting the smell of the air enter her nose. It was delicious...it smelled of coffee beans, a smell Holly was so used to after all her years of drinking coffee. Not that she exactly needed the caffeine, but she loved it. She wanted it. It kept her going. Even if she didn't need it, she didn't let anyone tell her she didn't need it either...if they did, she just ignored them.

She walked over to the counter, smiling her almost ever present smile at the person behind the counter, and leaned on it. "Is your coffee any good?" She asked, not even waiting for an answer, as she rambled on. "The coffee in New York was always great...Starbucks' everywhere. Anyway, I'll take a large black coffee to start out, I'll probably be back, though. I love caffeine." She sighed, dreamily, as though she was in heaven...which she was, and stepped aside to wait for her drink and let the next person get theres without her being in their way.

After a few moments, when her drink did appear, she grabbed it and walked away in her bouncy way, throwing her money at the person over her shoulder, and throwing a "thank you" the same way. Most wouldn't consider that the most polite thing, but Holly didn't consider it impolite. It was just...well, it was just Holly being Holly.

She walked over to a table and sat alone...she hated being alone. She knew if she spent enough time there, and saw someone interesting, she'd probably ask to sit with them. But she was kind of hoping someone would just walk over to her...that was always fun. She loved meeting people that way. She took a long drink of her bitter coffee, and made a face that most people would think was disgusted...but Holly had been drinking her coffee black since the age of ten.

count; 560
tags; open
lyrics; half in love with Elizabeth - mystery jets
outfit; click

[Antony Leigh Perry]

Tony heaved the huge bag of coffee beans from his shoulder onto the table in the back room of the cafe and quickly measured the beans out into the smaller, more manageable bags that the cafe preferred to deal with, then stacked the smaller bags on the overhead shelf, ignoring the sign reminding him to use a stepladder to reach the shelf instead of just reaching up. While it would make a fun soundplay for OSHA to show up in the middle of the ocean, it wasn't likely, and besides, this wasn't technically part of his job. It was sort of understood that the entertainment workers would get in their hours each week doing whatever needed doing when they weren't used in full during rehearsals and performances. It just so happened that Tony preferred lugging 75lb bags of beans around during the wee hours of the morning to loitering on the deck asking rich people if they needed help putting on sunscreen, which some not-to-be-named tarts had taken to doing.

He smiled at his unintentional mental phrasing as he walked out of the swinging door behind the counter, then raised a brow as a lady tossed money over her shoulder to the barista. Speaking of messy behaviour and rich people...
Tony exchanged a glance with the barista, and grinned as he saw his thought double on her face. He took the lady's change in hand along with his coffee - candy coffee, his dad called it, more sugar and milk with coffee to taste than the other way around - and headed over to her table, curious. Anyone that so cavalierly tossed money around had to be ridiculously wealthy with a personality to match, and he was curious. Not being in a service position, per se, he hadn't had much time to fraternise with the "natives". He looked okay for the part today, if he did say so himself, comfy in jeans and a body-hugging cream-coloured shirt that protected against the early morning chill.

"You forgot your change, miss," he announced with a smile as he walked over to the woman's table, sitting it in front of her.
"Is this seat taken?"

[Holly-Lynn Moore]

Some things are too painful to say out loud
Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud

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Holly looked up in mid drink, and saw someone sitting in front of her. She placed her cup down with a smile, and concentrated on what he was saying. Change? Oh, damn it, she knew she'd been forgetting something. "Oh, right!" She said, with a giggle, as she took her change from him. It wasn't as though she threw money away like that often, or anything, she just hadn't been thinking straight. She was in a rush to get the coffee into her system! Even if she was first class, and her family was pretty rich, she wasn't the type to go around spending tons of money or anything...she shopped mostly at thrift stores. Of course that was only because she claimed the clothes had "personality". She could easily be wearing designer clothes... "I knew I was forgetting something!"

"Nope, it's wide open." She replied, still wearing her almost ever present smile on her face...the smile that pissed a lot of people off. Mostly the people that mistook her cheeriness for fakeness...although it kinda was fake a lot of the time. She pretended to be happy all the time, even when she wasn't happy in the least. But she didn't meant to be fake...she just didn't want to bring other's down by acting all sad. Only her true friends got to see her upset...or people that happened to get her upset. Either one.

"I'm Holly-Lynn Moore," She added, pretty much bouncing in her seat. Caffeine always got the blonde this way...but she liked it. "It's nice to meet you." She said it in the sincere way she said most things...because she was sincere about it. She loved meeting new people! They were always sososomuch fun! And this guy seemed pretty nice, if she did say so herself. Not like the new people she met who thought she was a freak, or weird, or annoying...although she had a feeling he probably did think that. Lots of people thought that about her...but maybe they were right.

count; 350
tags; antony
lyrics; half in love with Elizabeth - mystery jets
outfit; click

[Antony Leigh Perry]

Tony watched the blonde bounce around, delivering her excuse in a flutter, and he couldn’t help but smile – he wished he had a kid sister, so he could say he reminded her of one. Of course, Jason could get just like that when something struck his fancy. Tony couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, but easily played it into the conversation.
“Well, glad I could be of service,” he responded, tone genuine. He took the seat, crossing one leg comfortably over the other, and blew into his coffee before taking a sip. It wasn’t unbearable, but it would be better later on, once it had set for a while. Everyone gave him crap for liking cold coffee, but as far as he was concerned, it had been a very practical taste to develop – if it wasn’t winter, there was no reason to warm your body up just to have to cool it down again. If it was winter, well, there was hot cocoa to be had, and he’d take that over coffee any day.
He was a touch surprised at the girls’ name – it was rare to hear a double name, especially in someone so obviously of the upper class – but it worked well enough.
“I’m Antony,” he shared, being sure to enunciate the lack of an h as he extended his hand across the table. “Tony, really. It’s good to meet you, as well,” he added, not falsely, but very politely. He’d always found that courtesy was the best policy until you figured out who you were dealing with. The smell of her drink wafted across the table, and he glanced at it, sucking air in through his teeth.
“Wow, are you drinking that black? A stronger man than I,” he remarked, shaking his head with a slightly self-deprecating smile.
“Are you enjoying the trip so far? I’ve never been on anything like this before. The ocean is gorgeous!”