The bag of<i>Italian Roast </i>was dumped into a container specifically designed for coffee, while the<i>House Blend </i>would be taken to the shop.  Most of his customers were usually too excited discussing their soon-to-be customized rides to care about a cup of steaming-hot coffee.  A few, like Pierre, enjoyed sitting and relaxing and shooting the breeze about motorcycle design or just life in general.  Of course, with Pierre, another subject was always on hand for conversation: that of<i>Innocent Innuendos.</i><br/><br/>Thoughts of the roleplaying site reminded Boris of his pair of partners,<i>GhostWriter </i>and<i>Shadow Queen.  </i>The two couldn’t be more contrary to the other.  Variety was, after all, still the spice of life, or so he’d been told over the years.  To him, the phrase actually spoke the truth, but especially when it was applied to his two co-writers.  He likened the former to<i>Jedi</i>, while the latter was definitely<i>Sith.  </i>Smiling at the categorization, he believed<i>Shadow Queen </i>would have no problem with being lumped in with the<i>Sith.  </i>He imagined she’d be quite popular in disciplining the various commanders as well as Stormtroopers.  She’d be so good at it, he fantasized, that she’d be able to complete all her desired tasks without even touching them.<br/><br/>Now that he was logged onto the site, the first thing he noticed was that neither of them was on at the moment.<i>GhostWriter </i>would be dealt with first, as she seemed to be the least complicated.  Actually, she didn’t<i>seem </i>to be the least complicated.  She<i>is </i>the least complicated.  They’d agreed that Boris would kick off their<i>Let’s Rock!!!</i>RP, and he was finally done with his initial post.  He was actually finished with it a few days ago, but The Editing Demon had gotten the better of him.<br/><br/>Having punted The Editing Demon into the weeds, he navigated his way to the proper section, and started a new thread.  Boris chose three filters:<i>Female x Male</i>,<i>Action/Adventure</i>, and<i>Dark/Violent.  </i>The title would read:<b><i>Let’s Rock!!! – GhostWriter &amp; 47</i></b><i>.  </i>Re-reading it just that<i>one </i>more time (curse you, Editing Demon!), he clicked on the correct tab, and voila!  Their RP now sat at the top of page one.  Although tagging her at the bottom of his post with a @GhostWriter, he thought he’d also shoot her a quick message in their PM.<br/><br/><i>Hello GhostWriter,</i><br/><br/><i>Let’s Rock!!! has officially started, though by now, you’re probably already aware of this fact.  I finally stopped shuffling my feet and posted my starter.  lol</i><br/><br/><i>Hope you agree with the three filters I attached to it.  If you’d like others to be added, just let me know and I’ll take care of it.</i><br/><br/><i>So then, you’re up, and it’s Game Over, Man!  lol</i><br/><br/><i>CU When ICU,</i><br/><br/><i>47</i><br/><br/>That message was also merrily sent on its way, and what’s this?  An alert?  Ah crap,<i>Shadow Queen</i>was now signed in, and the alert was a message from her in their PM.  Suddenly, an Imperial IPA beckoned for his attention.  Boris was more than happy to oblige.<br/><br/>A few ticks of the clock later with an ice-cold Imperial IPA nearby, he opened their PM and read her missive.  Already at three posts each in their RP,<i>Shadow Queen </i>was inquiring as to how and when their characters would meet.  Damn, I was afraid of that, Boris thought, though by no means was he totally surprised by it either.  Like death and taxes, it was inevitable.  He cringed at the thought of whether or not<i>GhostWriter </i>had seen<i>The Agony &amp; The Ecstasy </i>yet.  Because if she did, she had yet to mention it.