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Post by Elyse Morgan Boening on Dec 21, 2006 17:03:41 GMT -5
Elyse had actually never been to the Tritoni Cafe. Shocking. It seemed to be where all the socialites hung out, and being one, it was kind of her duty to be there too. But somehow she never came in there, Starbucks was always her cup of tea (no pun intended). Well, until today.
She stepped into the quite empty cafe, already liking it in comparison to Starbucks' year-long lines. As she stood behind one person on the line, she adjusted the strap of her brown Betsey Johnson wool and leather hobo on her shoulder.
She wore a hot pink Splendid tank top, covered by a kelly green Juicy Couture cardigan, only the middle button closed. Resting low on her slim hips was a pair of dark wash Seven For All Mankind jeans, showing about an inch of tan skin between the hem of her shirt and waistline of her jeans. Her hair was worn down, a black headband resting on her head, contrasting with her bright blonde hair.
After she got her drink, she sat down by the window in an arm chair that almost swallowed her whole, laughing to herself quietly as she sank into it. She looked around the cafe with alert blue eyes, yet not finding one familiar face.
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Post by Adrienne Kensington on Dec 21, 2006 19:20:50 GMT -5
Adrienne was, as always, in major need of caffeine. She had been at a casting call for an entire day--without one coffee break. What was that? The executives had had cups on their desks all day. Damn, she hated authority so fucking much. After they had let the young talent out the doors, Adri had decided to head toward the Tritoni cafe. After all, what better place was there to get coffee?
Her outfit was casual but at the same time completely fitting by way of her personality. The top was a light blue Primp long-sleeved thermal, printed with black seagulls. Over this was a tight-fitting black satin Rachel Pally v-necked vest, with three buttons keeping it in place right under her chest, where the neckline ended. Power blue Moschino ballet flats adorned her feet, and she clutched a gunmental gray Balenciaga--her favorite. Her legs were clad in black J Brand jeans, tight and cigarette leg.
She walked towards the line, which was quicker than Starbucks. The person at the counter knew her already, due to frequent visits, and handed over the piping hot nonfat latte. Adrienne greedily took a sip, tucking some dark brown wavy hair behind her ear. She finally found a huge leather armchair near a blond girl she vaguely recognized. The size of the chair was almost laughable. [/size] |
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Post by Elyse Morgan Boening on Dec 21, 2006 19:32:10 GMT -5
She noticed a girl walk in, someone she had seen around the city before but never took the time to talk to. It was such a Elyse type thing to do, it was basically sheer laziness.
She took a sip of her cappuchino, licking the lowfat whipped cream off her lips. She thought to herself why she even bothered getting lowfat, I mean, if you're going to have whipped cream, why not have the real thing? Her thoughts were interupted by the brunette she saw walk in, sit down at the table next to her.
Here goes nothing. "Hi." That's all she could think of. Hmm, this seemed to be going on alot lately.
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