1976/So About That Coffee

So About That Coffee
Date of Scene:	14 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Voodoo, Taboo

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Voodoo has posed:
It's late in the afternoon when a familiar but much more dressed purple-eyed raven-haired mulatto young woman shows up in Amanda's particular coffee place. She walks in, all smooth grace and tightly leashed power, painted-on colorfully beaded jeans tucked over short blocky-heeled motorcycle boots, a purple half-shirt with delusions of grandeur peeking out from beneath the chrome-stud trimmed short black leather jacket with the gold-accented emerald dragon across its back. She sets a motorcycle helmet down on the center of a table in the shop and then spins a chair around, sitting on it backwards with her arms over the back, chin resting on her arms as she watches the other woman at her work without interrupting.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed is busy behind the counter at the little coffee shop. It isn't one of the best, but it's a place that sells caffiene in a cup and sugared pastries to go with it. The redheaded Amandra Reed is moving quickly from the espresso machine over to take a large scoop of ice cubes, dumping them into a blender along with some milk, some coffee syrup and a number of pumps of chocolate syrup before starting to blend it up for the next item ordered. She doesn't notice Priss entering, her back staying to the counter most of the time she works.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss doesn't choose to interrupt or call further attention to herself, but instead stays right where she is, watcing Amanda work as she preps this drink or that one, bopping around behind the counter, serving those in need, cleaning up, etc. If she hasn't been noticed by that point, Priss will finally stand up after about twenty minutes and walk over towards the counter, taking her own turn in line. "Hi. I'd like one of those iced chocolatey mocha latte things. If that's not too much trouble." See? She went to the trouble to track down the other woman. Does that count for something?

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed turns around as the drink is finished and handed to the man who ordered it. So it goes for the next twenty minutes. Then she looks up at Priss as she arrives. "Oh.. hey.. Priss." She wipes her hands off on her apron and nods. "Sure. A mocha frappuchino. What size?" She points to the big, bigger or biggest cups. She then rings it up. "How've you been? I don't think I expected to see you again, maybe. Wasn't really sure." She offers a slight smile. It is at once guilty and apologetic. She moves over to start the drink and looks to one of her coworkers, "Hey, going to take my lunch break, okay? I've been putting it off for a while. Gotta eat. Plus. Friend." She finishes fixing Priss's drink then offers it over, as well she gets herself a cup of coffee and grabs two muffins. Blueberry and double chocolate chip. She gestures, "want to sit for a while? Muffin's on me. Take your pick." She gestures to the two.

Voodoo has posed:
"The middle one is egregious enough, I think." Priss offers with good-natured humor and a wink. She pays cash - yes, half-crumpled singles - and offers a smile. "It's OK. I hope you don't mind I came to find you?"

Priss' concerned question is answered when Amanda gladly arranges to take her lunch and spend time with her, so the dancer follows over to a table and settles down with the redhead, laying her drink down to join. "Well, I'm weird. Why don't we share both? Half of each?" She loves chocolate, but it's not her only love, by far. And maybe sharing like that is also a way to increase the connection of the moment.

"How have you been?" Priscilla asks, watching Amanda. Sure, she's empath enough to know how the other is feeling, but she's not prying, and it's polite to let the other woman put her feelings into her own words.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed isn't feeling that great emotionally. Mentally she's on edge, working and focused on not screwing up orders. Screwed up orders mean angry customers and angry bosses and loss of tip money from having to remake drinks properly. She grabs some plastic ware and napkins and settles into a booth. "Sure. I like both so splitting is just fine by me." SHe begins to cut them in half. "Mind? Nah. I haven't had a lot of spare cash or I'd have come back to see you. Been kind of a rough month." She happy to see Priss but also pensive, unsure why she's here and what she wants. So far people either want to use her (or Taboo), or want nothing to do with her. So she's kind of gunshy.

Voodoo has posed:
"You don't need cash to see me." Priss offers. That's part of why she came, so that she could make contact with Amanda outside of the club scene, and so remove money from the equation. She isn't going to judge the other woman's professional choices - she sure as Hell wouldn't appreciate anyone judging her own - but she understands enough to know that things have to be very, very tight. And she has been there. Not in a long time, thanks, but she remembers all too well what that was like. "I don't want to just glom on and bug you. But I really felt like we hit it off, understood each other. I thought we might work out as friends. I don't exactly have a lot of those. I got the feeling maybe you didn't either, and figured neither of us could afford to ignore an opportunity out of hand."

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed laughs softly. "I know. But it causes you grief if customers aren't buying or tipping. So.." She shrugs, "I know how it works." She sips at her coffee then nibbles a bite of blueberry muffin. "Not sure I have any friends. But if I did I think they'd probably be someone like you." Her gaze flickers from the muffin to Priss's features then back. "I liked hanging with you, yeah. And it was sweet of you to track me down. Really. I like that you did. As for bugging or.. glomming on? I work. And then I go home. I buy what I can, pay the bills I can. I wash, I rinse and I repeat. So.. not much socialization for this working stiff, y'know?" She offers a half-laugh. "So yeah. It's nice to know someone has thought about me enough to track me down."

Voodoo has posed:
Priss reaches out a hand and lightly lays it over Amanda's, without gripping, taking any control. Just an act of contact and connection. "Well, I'm not exactly independently wealthy. But I can at least make it possible for us to hang out some without impinging on your finances. And hey, wider clothing options are a bonus." she offers, teasingly. "Also, quieter, easier to talk." And less need for telepathic conversation. Win!

Priss waits a bit, then reclaims her hand, nibbling at a bit of a muffin half, then sipping her drink, giving them a few quiet moments of just being in one anothers' company. "I know what it can be like to feel cut off and totally alone. It sucks. I don't want you to feel that way." That said, she pulls out a phone and lays it on the table, flipping it around as she unlocks it, tapping to reveal her contact info. "You take my number. Call me. When you do, I'll have yours. We can stay in touch." Something so simple, something so many take for granted all the time, every day. But not Priss. And not Amanda. The dancer gets that.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed turns her hand to lightly squeeze Priss's in kind. "We can hang out anywhere you like. My place isn't great but you can come over. Or we can go someplace if you want. Clothing options are also good." She grins some then nods seriously as Priss continues. "I'm a tough girl. Not much can take me down. But it's nice to have someone who cares too." She smiles. "Thank you." She looks at the phone then takes hers out, dialing it quickly to give Priss her contact info in kind.

Voodoo has posed:
The dancer gave the barrista the choice of when and if to give her own contact info; when given, she takes it gladly and smiles. "I didn't mind your place. But anywhere is good with me, too. Next time, I think maybe we try somewhere that isn't where either of us works, though. A lunch in a park or a restaurant or something." Not a bar, though; these two in a bar together would draw way too much attention, they'd never get time to themselves. That's not what either is looking for. "For the record, you need anything: help with a flat, a tow, a ride, whatever, call me. But also, even if all you want is someone to talk to, or someone to hang out with."

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed grins and nods. "Deal. But it's nice to have you here anyway. And the same goes for you, Priss. I'm always broke but I've got plenty of other skills I can make use of to help when needed" she laughs. "But that sounds great. What kinds of things do you enjoy doing when you're not working?"