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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 9, 2006 18:58:40 GMT -5
Sitting in one of the deep purple chair of the Tritoni Café, Mercedes sat sipping on a Chi Tea, with a WestCrest Academy application in her lap. According to her mother, Mercedes needed a hobby other then modeling and perfect the way she looked. A job at WCA would be great, and it would make the people of NYC love her even more then they already did.
Ha. Like That’s possible.
Her brown waves sat gently on her shoulders, surrounding her face is a provocative way. Her Blue/Grey eyes scanned over the application and she bite her lip as she read over fields she didn’t really care about.
Her outfit was surprisingly casual. On her torso laid a white turtle neck, with sleeves that almost engulfed her hands, leaving only her long, slim fingers, and their French manicured nails to be shown. On her hip sat a plaid cotton black, Grey and white mini skirt from her high School days. She finnished the polish look with a pair of black boots, and a black bomber jacket laid on the arm of the large plush chair. It was dark, and Cold. Mercedes couldn’t stay all night. She had online classes from NYU that had to be taken, and a manicure at 2 tomorrow. Cede’s eyes flashed to the frosted window, and watched the light snow falling on the busy streets. |
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Post by Chris Evans on Nov 9, 2006 19:20:26 GMT -5
Settling his gaze upon the Cafe, the owner of those hazel green eyes gave it a calculating once-over. Truthfully, it wasn't the type of place he'd step foot into, pretty much preferring diners. He figured this couldn't be too bad though, as long as it gave him the currently wanted, and possibly /needed/ caffeine fix.
Placing black gloved hands against the doors, he pushed them open, almost instantaneously allowing them to close so as not to bring the chill in with him. The outside weather was somewhat too cold, but he preferred winter to summer either way. There was just something about blankets of snow which just made a place look all the more lovely. Pacing over to the counter, his motorcycle type boots made not a sound on the floor as they hit it. Of course he had a motorbike as well, but it was currently in the shop, and he'd see about taking it out the next day.
Ordering a large cup of joe, Christopher set his elbows atop the counter, slightly leaning his 6'2" frame down lower. It cause the faded blue jeans located on his lower body slip down ever-so-slightly, but not enough to show what was beneath. A white button-up the front shirt clung to his torso, but only the front was seen due to the black jacket which was also situated upon his upper body.
Slightly, he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the dark brown tendrils just a bit as he awaited his coffee. Slowly, he scanned the place, figuring it was a spot for the rich 'brats'. Lovely... [/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 9, 2006 19:41:55 GMT -5
Upon hearing the door open to her little hide away, she watched as a boy entered and ordered a cup of coffee from her father, who was having fun ‘working’. Who actually enjoyed working? Cede watched and sized him up. He wasn’t the sort she was seen with. He didn’t even seem the type she would /not/ be seen with. He didn’t look like the type to dig a nice car.
Dipping her tongue into the tea, she checked to make sure it wasn’t hot. It was perfect. As always. Mercedes scanned the surrounding room. This guy had three options, 1. To take a seat in one of the fluffy chairs on the right side of the room, facing the doors, or 2 on the left with tables and that sort, on the left facing away from the door. Or 3 Her could just leave all together. But no one ever left that soon. Martin Tritoni would see to it that each and every guest stayed for at least a few moments so he could make a good impression.
Ah. Good old dad. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if he up and left. Would the world revolve normally? Would she be richer? Would she be wasted more often? A big fat yes to all of the above. So why did she put up with it?
Because she loved that guy. Dearly. |
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Post by Chris Evans on Nov 9, 2006 19:53:01 GMT -5
Accepting his coffee after pushing across the bills to pay for it, he moved over to the left where the tables were located. Taking a seat around one, he grabbed a couple packets of sugar, ripping the tops and allowing the grains to drop easily into the currently black liquid. Stirring the stick which had been present in his coffee, he absently watched the color change. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd be doing after he left the Cafe, as he worked during the day, rarely at night. Probably he'd just return to his apartment and relax, as going to a club wasn't on his agenda for this current moment.
Leaning back on his chair, he sipped slowly from his coffee, only then allowing his gaze to dance over the patrons. Briefly, they settled on a gurl in a white turtleneck, but just as easily they switched to someone else. He thought he knew her, though not in the sense where he'd spoken to her. It was more along the lines of her being.../known/ by most. But then again, so were a lot of people... [/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 11, 2006 14:18:56 GMT -5
Dropping the papers on the table next to her, Mercedes stood, and walked over to the counter, as if she owned the place. Well, she kind of did, but that was besides the point.
Reaching the counter, Cede pushed open the side door into the back, where she was greated by her father.
"Dadd-Dee, We should make chages...To the Cafe. The fung Shai is a no go." Mercedes didn't care much for pronuncing things correcty. It was her way, no highway option.
"The approns should be purple, and the cups should be an off white, and I would like oversized chairs..." Mercedes said...and then went on to list all of the things she didn't like about cafe.
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