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		<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: LevinLetLive on August 11, 2020, 01:03:08 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to Starbucks. Let me take your order.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LevinLetLive</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2020, 01:03:08 pm</strong>
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				This is a Starbucks. I know, it might not be your first choice for coffee, but maybe you got a gift card for Christmas or you just like being associated with the brand. I'm not married to it; I'm just the cashier. Heck! I don't even drink coffee, but I won't take hot chocolate from anywhere else. You don't know that just walking in, but I don't exactly keep it a secret either. <br><br>We've got a few regulars in here. There's a guy who's always glued to his Macbook in one corner, and a girl who always comes in around 1:00 p.m. and gets on video chat with her friends. We've got a handful of nurses who go to a nearby medical school that I see almost every morning, and I've got their names memorized, plus two or three neighborhood joggers. You're a new face though. Did you just move here, or are you just coming in for the first time in a while? Makes no difference to me, really. My wage doesn't go up or down no matter how many people visit.<br><br>Technically, this is even a slow location. We get the benefit of making small talk and getting to know our customers without always being in a huge rush. All I care about is the conversation and whether or not you leave me a mess to clean. Trust me, if you do, I notice. I won't do anything to you, but I'm definitely going to remember it.<br><br>Anyway, I'm a strange looking fellow even for a Starbucks cashier. I'm barely over five feet, I've got long, dark hair that's tied back in the dreaded "man-bun", my eyebrows haven't been done since I moved out of my mom's house, and my apron is just covered in heavy enamel pins with all manner of things on them. They clink when I move like some kind of nerd armor. There's Pusheen, mermaids, flowers, bugs, references to games and TV shows, baked goods, and a bunch of other miscellany. It's obvious that I couldn't pick, or else I'm doing it on a dare.<br><br>Anyway, you come in and there's no line! Isn't that excellent? I'm leaning on the counter when you walk in, but I stand up when I see you.<br><br>"Welcome in." I greet you with a polite smile. "What can I get you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Starbucks. Let me take your order.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>noric</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2020, 05:31:40 pm</strong>
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				Starbucks. <br><br>Last resort coffee.<br><br>Alas, today was last resort.<br><br>The coffee machine at the clinic took a nosedive with an exuberant husky in the a.m., and a late term pyo's due in five minutes. Surgery'll prolly go 'til 8pm. I pulled the lucky straw in getting the caffienation. Nearby caffienation. I get to discharge the dentals in twenty.<br><br>I don't really notice the cashier. People aren't my thing. But I notice Pusheen. That gets a smirk and that gets the wearer notice. The cashier is now 'pin guy that's about my height'.<br><br>My smile vanishes as I review the menu and its endless expanse of options. What _is_ all this shit? "One sec," I mumble, pulling up my phone, "I have a list."<br><br>It takes me too long to get to the text with the clinic orders. I look as out of sorts as I sound- turquoise scrubs- top and bottom- splashed with something that whiffs sterile- blonde french plaites woven behind each ear, frazzled loose from a day of dog wrastling. Also pet fur. Lots of pet fur. A lint roller between clients can only do so much.<br><br>Finally, I mumble out some names I've never heard of in sizes that sound like candy. <br><br>"And, uh, a medium iced chai latte, please." Why do cashiers always make me feel like a shy six year old schoolgirl. I'm the damned client. 
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