I like my coffee {b l a c k} just like my metal

[veronicajowolf]

|| this thread is {c l o s e d} to Mitch ||
|| rating [w] just to be safe cause Nikki swears a lot when she's hung over ||
|| title credit to Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up ||

The sun seemed to resent Nikki that morning. Just like the blaring noise of her alarm clock blasting into her eardrums. Her throat felt as if it were on fire, and her head felt as if a thousand hammers were beating on it simultaneously. To say the least Veronica was not happy. With a wave of her hand her alarm clock cracked in half. One half disintegrated while the other half was covered in a sheen of ice. Damned powers wouldn't work this early in the morning. Blood from her hand dripped onto the table, but she couldn't care less at this point. Still partially drunk Veronica attempted to sit up. The world spun on its axis and she could feel whatever was still left in her gut was squirming to get out. Stumbling her way to her bathroom she kneeled in front of the porcelain god. What was left of the morning she spent bent over the toilet breathing through her nose, dry heaving until she could have sworn her throat was bleeding.

After she felt well enough to walk without the immediate urge to spew her guts upon the ground Nikki stumbled into her kitchen keeping her eyes half-shut against the blinding early afternoon sun. Water was always good for a hangover, and if Veronica saw another drop of alcohol she would either hurl or attempt to drown herself until she couldn't feel anything. Both were bad ideas at this moment. Laying down on the cold linoleum floor she sipped her water and sifted in and out of consciousness. If there ever was a habit she needed to kick, it was this one.

A sound bellowed through her kitchen, causing her to cringe and whimper slightly. Standing with only a slight swagger and with the world spinning just a bit slower, Nikki slowly stumbled her way to the phone. It's deafening noise came from under her jacket, and she clumsily hit the talk button. "'llo?" She muttered into the phone cringing when she heard the cheery reply back. It was Mitch. That son of a bitch was fucking calling her at . . . Veronica's eyes focused slowly on her oven. Twelve thirty. Well it wasn't too late. After several grunts later and a half-moan she hung up the phone. She paused blinking in the brightness of her kitchen. "Wha' juss happened there? How the hell did I end up going to get coffee??" Nikki growled. Shaking her head, but immediately stopping when it sent another shock of pain through her skull.

A half an hour later and she stumbled out of the shower, slightly pink from the intensity of the heat she used. Jo was beginning to feel somewhat better. Which is good otherwise she might have murdered Mitch. Nikki had never been the best person to be hung-over. Her powers were unpredictable at best when she was. Throwing on a pair of pants, and a black and white striped tank Veronica was nearly ready. After blow-drying her hair and attempting to cover up the sickly circles that had seemly come to live under her glossy eyes she was out the door.

Veronica surprisingly wound up at the coffee shop fifteen minutes early. That was shocking, since usually she ran late to everything she did. Waving over one of the waitresses she ordered a cup of coffee. Black with no sugar. Just the way she liked it. As she waited she glanced out the window waiting for the guy who could drag her out of her house. Time ticked by, and Nikki quickly became more and more irritated. That damned old bat couldn't even get her coffee to her within five minutes. How hard is it do black??? Seriously just grind the beans and sift some hot water through it. Finally that witch delivered the goods. Hot, steaming, and strong enough to wake the dead. Flashing a pained smile and a half-assed muttered thanks was all the woman would get in gratification. Hopefully Mitch would arrive here soon.

[mitchell]

“Right.”
Mitch stared oddly at his phone, frowning…sort of an obscure expression the result of unsure reaction. That was different.
He blinked, his back case of teeth piercing down upon the edge of his tongue as he absently took a second look at the time. It was twelve…not that early by any means. In fact it was late, on his terms when it came to getting coffee but as he suspected and concluded by the various noises instead of words contributing as her end of the conversation; she’d had a long night. He laughed to himself, a quiet chuckle in the bed of his tone eyes sweeping down just as Scooch, his beloved and faithful feline, came winding his long ashen body between Mitch’s calves.
“Surprised she even took up my offer.” he bent down as fingers idly stretched to brush at fur, scratch at a battle scarred ear.

Scooch paused, wide eyed and utterly oblivious to the meaning behind the sounds Mitch made. It was a sad and true fact however that this cat of his understood him better than his current house mate, which was precisely why before long he’d be picking it up and moving. “Anyway, guess I better go.” He shifted, stealing another glance at the clock, then straightened back to a strand. Yes, he talked to himself; but only in some lame attempt to make the silence he endured most days a little less soundless. That was another thing he’d desperately hoped would change in this soon-to-be move. Dragging a hand back through his hair to briefly push it from his face he crossed the room, stepped into shoes and parted ways with the dreadfully empty space he’d been trapped in for the last week. Maybe that was all this reason behind him talking to his cat, much less himself.

His lip pulled back in a mindfully dismayed expression to chary realization that his social life was falling out of balance. Though he wasn’t particularly talkative he’d always managed to scrape himself up a good handful of friends, just for company once in a while; but the shorter supply of companions meant the less amount of time spent outside of closing walls. Guess it was just another addition to some personal list of to-do’s.. at least with an expansion of contacts he wouldn’t be jabbing at Veronica’s back so much to get up and spend an hour or two with him. Honestly they might both agree that just some days she’d rather spend doing something other than chatting over coffee with a theoretical Englishmen.

In any case she’d accepted despite herself, and that was saying something. It was given fact that Mitch desired a more colorful comradeship with his most recently established lady-friend; oh but wasn’t that the naturally romantic inspired male psyche of his lacking control speaking…
His mouth curved into a one-sided smirk.
It was often mistaken that he was more obligatory to spend his days fascinating about life and all its various quandaries, when in reality he was much more your casual male than most even considered. It was his lack of voiced opinion and mind that encouraged most to be so uncertain.

He arrived fairly early, strolling in just about that right time, not even a second glance needed to discover her location. His approach was decently silent, naturally; his voice creeping in audible and yet deeply toned, probably a blessing to the ache in her head. Nonetheless he was still half unaware whether she truly met up to his earlier conjecture of having a wee bit of a hang-over.
So, in all friendly intention he put his questions to the table.
“Bit’ of a rough night?” His brow lifted, smile making its lazy way over his mouth. There was one thing about him though that was predominantly remembered in the brief times that he cared to speak; and that was his vivid and unaltered accent. His words were thick with it, as if he weren’t a day out of England, broad and soft as the intonation was often considered for its almost flawless drawl of word and tenor. “And you didn’t even invite me.” His claims were completely humorous, all concluded when his grin arose in completeness and he fell back into the opposing booth he had absently slid into with his arrival.

[veronicajowolf]

Veronica had been watching the clock for the past ten minutes, and it seemed her headache was only getting worse. When time went on, wasn't it supposed to get better? Perhaps she was just becoming sober again, and the pain was allowed to smash upon her weary skull with full force now. She began to stare moodily into the deep black depths of her coffee, it's steam drifting off in soft waves. At least it was still warm. Taking another sip of her coffee she let the heat seep into her exhausted limbs. Hopefully this would make everything better. Hopefully the headache would go away. Hopefully she would never be an alcoholic ever again. Okay that was a lie. Veronica loved drinking about as much as she loved breathing. The hangovers she was still getting used to however.

A soft tenor broke her out of her concentration, and she snapped her head around to see who was talking although it should have been obvious. Cringing at the lurching spin that the quaint cafe had suddenly taken on it was a moment before she could respond. Nikki just snorted at his question, and buried her head into her arms keeping her coffee safe and protected underneath it all. A loud groan escaped her lips before she nodded, a shaking bob of hair only visible. "You just exist to torment me, don't you?" She replied, her voice muffled by her naked arm. Tank-tops were truly ones friend, even if it was only . . . Was it May? The months seemed to not make sense anymore. Deciding it was safe to look again, she popped her head up again allowing herself to smile slightly. "You might as well sit down, we're probably going to be staving off my hang-over for a little while. Since you dragged my ass out here too, its your punishment to be stuck with me." Nikki replied before smirking slightly. In a show of maturity she stuck out her tongue before resting her head against the cool chill of the table-top.

Veronica studied him for a moment, before rolling her eyes. "I doubt you can hold your alcohol that well, especially if I'm feeling this shitty." Nikki took a deep sip of coffee hoping to make it cure her of this sickness. "If you really want to, I could drag you along. Get you just shit-faced enough to talk like you do when you're actually comfortable." A conspiratory grin slid across her face, and thoughts whirred in her head. With his accent and personality he would be a hilarious drunk. Definitely worth the time and effort to get enough alcohol into his system. The situations she could pull off with him inebriated. Definitely everything and anything perverted, but that was just the beginning. Perhaps a sharpie penis or maybe somehow get him shirtless. Then with a giant pin-needle made of sharpie write "Pop!! There goes your virginity =D" next to it. That would be classic. Her smile turned slightly evil, before she cringed at the energy it was taking to think so hard.

Nikki took another sip of her coffee, enjoying the heat it spread throughout her limbs, allowing a content grin to spread across her face. Mitch was quite the puzzle at times. They were friends, but she didn't know too much about him. He was rather reserved in comparison to many of her companions. At times the boy nearly reminded her of Floyd, but he wasn't nearly as innocent. Although with an accent like his, who would want to stay silent for so long. Thinking for a moment she plucked a conversation piece from the middle of her brain. "So I hear that you're living with someone, or something." A slight wave of her hand was attempted to clear up the vagueness of the statement.

|| Well I modified the crapness out of some of the grammar that I noticed when I proof-read it. What a wonder that is, proof-reading. *deskface* I also added several sentences. Just scan and you'll probably pick them up. Although there's no speaking being added so you'll probably be fine if you don't ||

[mitchell]

Mitch settled in her humor, the colorful mood she still withheld even in her current state. She was enjoyable; with a line to always turn the corner of his mouth up enough for a decent smirk.
“Hm, right well I’ll have you know I can hold my liquor’ very well.”

A brow lifted as he subsided completely into his seat, one arm now slung over the back, the other hand possessing the coffee he’d ordered at some point between time of arrival and now. He let her following comment slide without response, in mind that it hadn’t called for one particularly. After all she was right, he knew and would, without hesitance, admit he was one of those quiet kinds of people; but did that not only make him all the more enigmatic? Well, maybe to those who were fascinated by such characters he would be an absolute thrill. Veronica, however, he wasn’t sure about- she might very well have been one of those people who secretly detested his self-conserved conduct, but she didn’t make it obvious by any means. Mitch new very well it was a wearisome chore to go peeling at outer layers of somebody’s self, but maybe in personal egotism he’d rather have someone find him worth the time. Besides, he often gave his complete mind to all those he met, so was it so wrong to expect even half the favor back?

His fingers lifted from their grip upon the cup, traced the fine and smoothed edge of the handle as she mentioned carried rumor of his living. His gaze shifted to her own, stayed there with the behavior of content that some found intimidating. The handful of people he’d met weren’t usually so used to the eye contact he could endure for hours…he guessed it was some American thing.

“Yeh’, but I’m moving’ out within the next week. Someone mentioned a woman was looking for someone to rent out a room and I’d been looking’ to find tolerable company- so it was a deal I couldn’t resist. On top of that I don’t owe rent until I get myself a second job besides making money off recordings and writing music, which is an unsteady income, depending on the market.”
He dragged his tongue along the back edge of his teeth, letting his words finish off. He could have already guessed she lived alone, she didn’t seem like the room sharing type, course he’d been wrong plenty of times before – which was primarily why he didn’t make a habit out of assuming things.

“And what about ya’ self,” He lifted his coffee for a quick sip, letting the edge linger around his mouth a moment “you must have some job to be paying rent all alone.” Though it could be looked at otherwise, the comment was far from intended to be crude, in fact he was asking two questions in one concerning if she lived alone, and where she worked. He supposed neither would really affect him, unless they needed a place to go flailing around drunk beyond condemnation; in which case if she lived alone her place might be their better bet. Meaning beyond that was a little back of the mind suggestion to give her company if she needed it anytime, in which case they would be alone which he was often more fond of than having some background stranger prying about the house.

[veronicajowolf]

Veronica smirked slightly at that one. Before nodding a bit to humor him, a smirk attempting to make its way onto her face. That boy was going to eat his words one day, then proceed to empty them back into the nearest toilet. Nikki meant it in the best way possible however. "Well I suppose we'll have to test that theory out one night. I'll show you what a night on the town is truly about," Nikki replied smoothly her voice softer than usual, a grin flashing across her face. Just about as she was going to suggest perhaps hitting the scene either this weekend, or sooner the clamoring ding of the door announcing there was yet another customer instead the coffee shop. Her fingers tightened reflexively on her mug, and she couldn't help the cringe that followed soon after. With a soft moan she buried her head in her arms. "I hate life," she growled out.

As she glanced upwards at her companion she caught his gaze. He had always been one to stare directly into your eyes as you spoke. Although it was a bit unnerving since Veronica never felt so exposed as the times that he did, but she was too proud to ever back down. She would hold his gaze, even in this condition. She had figured it was an English thing. Speaking her mind before she even realized it, she asked, "Are you looking for something?" A slight pause, and then she realized her question made little sense. "I mean every time I talk to you, you have the most intense eye contact I've ever ya' know witnessed I suppose. Not that it's a bad thing . . ." Nikki stopped once she noticed that she was rambling now. Her thoughts were still a bit too jumbled to create a coherent thought about something so complicated.

Nikki smirked slightly. "Not too happy with the roommate, hm? Not what you expected in bed? That happens sometimes, you gotta find the one who can satisfy you the best," She asked, a grin spreading across her face. She winked suggestively, before chuckling slightly. "Besides, if your good enough, you could probably talk them into paying your rent for you. It just may help you get a jump start to your career too." Veronica laughed once more, before halting as her brain protested to the sound and effort it took.

"What kind of music do you produce anyways?" Nikki asked, attempting to fight the smirk off her face about how the question she had just asked could have been taken. "I don't think I've ever heard you play." She watched as his tongue moved. It was different than most around here, but she attributed that to his accent. The motion was strangely . . . erotic causing Nikki to blink twice unable to respond. Fighting off the blush that threatened to spill across her cheeks she quickly took a deep drink of coffee.

Veronica frowned slightly, remembering the stack of bills she still had to pay plus the debt she owned for gambling. Worrying about her money troubles had pushed her into heavier drinking. Which solved all of life's problems in her eyes. However, it only put her in more and more debt. She hadn't had a truly decent meal for quite some time. Even as she put on her jeans this morning, and her jeans sunk lower on her hips than the usually did she knew that her already slender form seemed to be shrinking. "Well right now I'm bartending in Mareiselle. It's good work, and keeps me around the party scene so I know everything that's happening. Besides, what more could you ask for than a job that lets you drink while you work?" Nikki had to only partly force the grin onto her face. Why she continued after that was beyond her. Usually she kept most things to herself. "I am working some part-time jobs here and there though to help pay some bills." She shrugged slightly, before taking a deep sip of her coffee.

"When I had a roommate a little while ago, it did help with the rent, but I can't seem to keep one for long." A wry smile crossed her lips, before it turned mischievous. Brief flashes of memory crossed her mind. Mostly of stumbling home so drunk Nikki would have to knock because she couldn't remember how to use key, or of some of the late night 'guests' that would accompany her home. Jo's lifestyle was truly not one that her roommates could tolerate for too long, not that she minded. "It keeps things interesting though. I get to meet a bunch of new people. Although they don't seem to uh appreciate my lifestyle at three or four in the morning," she commented lightly, a smirk falling back onto her face.

[mitchell]

Mitch watched her go on, talking in a constancy that he hadn’t expected she could withhold for longer than a few words or so, but she managed pausing once or twice to either regain composure of the mind, or take a swig of her coffee. His grin only remained as steady as her words, growing variously as she lulled over different topics; seemed to stick and ramble about he and some mistaken private relations with his, male have you, roommate.

“Well, what I’m usually expecting in bed is a woman…” his brows lifted, a brief raise of humorous conclusion that corrected her remark. In any case, she swiftly moved on to the next thing, and he subsided to the back of his chair, now completely lax in realization she was in no worry to be making this quick. “Piano is my ultimate forte, I write as well as I play, which I will shamelessly admit is pretty damn good.” His head raised, a very sure sort of confident gesture that dared anyone to throw down a bet he wasn’t nearly as good as he’d cared to flaunt. However, he lacked a history of lies and in that lacked a history of exaggerations. Mitch was exceptional in what he did- hands down. “Well, when I’ve got myself all settled in this new place we’ll make a date. I’ll play something just for you.” Of course, he was using the word “date” very loosely. He knew Veronica well enough by now to understand he probably wouldn’t be a good fisher with any classically romantic lures he threw at her- but no less he was inevitable when it came to any form of flirtation whether physical or vocal.

He quickly fell to coordinated silence when she explained of her job and of her reason behind sharing a room with only herself. “I suppose.” That’s all he had, and with a shift of expression, he half regretted having less input the longer they talked. But our lovely Mitch was slightly distracted, though a rare occasion, he definitely was. Maybe the stray mind thought to have considered the outcome of he spending a day in the life of any roommate of hers. There was vague wonder of how much space they would deliver each other before worlds collided. His mouth upturned at just the corner, eyes already diverted at some point through the window they shared company of. It was known, subconsciously perhaps, between the two that their attraction dug a little deeper then they ever made obvious. At least for Mitch. God only knew he was a fiend for the wicked desire; acting upon it was a different story, conversely. Oh, but the things he dared to dream.

He lifted the cup in his possession to lips, a quiet and distracted sip, before replacing it back to the table and dragging eyes to the hunched over Veronica across the way. Even in her drained state she still managed to make him yearn for the sanity of doing the spontaneous. He could, if it was right, considerable, in the question instead of out, say screw the coffee and sweep her off for an unforgettable encounter in the bathroom…or maybe his car – lest he be of more classical privacy…but that wasn’t right of a person, of friends, according to society; and as influenced if even the prospect of the idea arose her reaction was unidentified. Besides…all this lovely perverse stray of mind was only influenced by inevitable physical attraction to an impossibly sexy woman. Even so the idea that he was barking up the wrong tree only fueled these fires to grow just that much larger.

Blissfully unaware of his thoughts, she remained as she were, possibly uneased now for the sake that he’d not been speaking in the last minute or so; staring absently out the window, then at her but lacking attention. In any case he returned to earth and spoke without needing a moment longer to think.
“How’s the headache coming along?”
A brow rose, his smirk realigned, and he looked nothing of the picture his mind had created; oh what a beauty it was: the solitude of ones own mind.

[veronicajowolf]

|| I promised molestation, didn't I? >.> <.< *glomps Mitch's muse* ||

Nikki paused for a moment as it was revealed that his roommate actually possessed very male qualities. It didn't take long for her to resume her composure though, with a slightly wicked smile and a waggle of her eyebrows. "Doesn't mean you can't have a bit of fun," she responded with a lewd wink before chuckling slightly. "Besides, sex is sex. Just as long as its good, right?" She smiled into the brim of her coffee, before taking a deep drought. With two brothers who were probably as straight as circles, although they were both heavily seeped in denial, the prospect of same sex relationships was not that foreign to her. As long as the people were happy, she really didn't mind.

Mitch was adorable sometimes, and on more than one occasion molestation worthy. She let her mind wander for a moment, and couldn't help the smirk. He'd probably be rather good in bed, when he wasn't being so damned reserved. The boy could be silent for hours, and she would prod and poke until she got him talking smoothly. Mitch was quite interesting once she got him to open up though. With a slight groan, she slouched across the table again. "Thinking officially blows," she muttered, letting her arm splay across the edge of the table. "Almost as much as you!" Nikki added as an afterthought, looking up at him with a Cheshire grin to signify she was joking. Two of her fingers reached out to prod his arm slightly.

Nikki grinned as he talked about his music. It seemed to reveal another aspect of his personality, a different sort of confidence that was a rare sight in him. "My brother plays a bit piano, but he's truly in home behind a guitar. Although he can't write, he can sing pretty well. I think it's the only time Floyd can actually loosen up in front of people he doesn't know." Veronica smiled at the prospect of listening to him play. Plus if she wasn't so hung over, she might just consider jumping his bones. Perhaps though, he seemed a bit quiet at times. Although if she got a little alcohol into him . . . Nikki's smile changed to a smirk, and she nodded. "Alright it's a date." After yet another lewd wink, Nikki rose the mug to her mouth to realize it was empty. There was a pause as she stared into it's depths, not believing it was truly empty. A deep sigh was released from her lips before she waved lazily at a near-by waitress.

As she talked about her job Veronica noticed something. The longer she talked the more he seemed to have a bemused expression, only it was faced towards the window. Taking a secretive glance in that direction she saw nothing that would catch Mitch's attention. Veronica knew he was just drifting off. Ever lost in his own philosophical thoughts, this one. "Are you listening anymore?" There was just a slight pause before she grinned evilly. "I had lesbian sex last night to see if it was any better. I could convert for the toys you get to use." Nikki paused slightly before plowing onward. "I masturbate to kites. They're just so sexy. I'm going to jump across this table and molest you. You're going to like it." Somehow she resumed a serious face as she spoke, and hoped that at least one thing would catch his attention.

As he mentioned her headache she frowned, and stuck her tongue out at him. It was real mature, but she didn't really mind at this point. "Catastrophic. Like a nuclear bomb went off in my cerebellum." Veronica paused to tap the side of her mug. "This is helping though. At first I felt as though my brain had shattered into billions of pieces. Now it's in one piece suffering together. So it's an improvement." Nikki chuckled and shook her head, regretting it instantly. Her brain was not quite ready for such side to side movement anymore. "Thanks for the concern though," she replied slight sarcasm lacing her words.

|| *stands back up && straightens clothes* Good times, good times.

. . . Just don't even ask about the kite part. I don't know. My muse just beat me over the head, and said "Write that!! I command you." And well, I did. ||