Post by CANE JONATHAN LINARDOS on Jun 28, 2009 16:50:17 GMT -6
He hated the mall. It was full of people, and Cane was not a people person. They were all there, fulfilling their pointless 'need' to conform to society and shop for over-priced things they'd use once then forget about. He didn't like it at all - all the brand names plastered up on boards and above shopfronts. It made him slightly jumpy just to be in there, and the only reason he was attending was to find some coffee and get out. Who ever heard of a place that didn't have a java house? Well, apparently he was stuck in such a hell. Hands shaking for a number of reasons, he found the familiar green and white signs quickly, not even stopping to glance at the words engraved on the round sign.
There was no line, thank the universe. He couldn't handle it if he had to wait any longer for his caffeine fix. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He focused his tittering mind upon one word, trying to contain himself as he spoke to the cashier. "Grande latte, doubleshot." He said quickly, not caring for any manners. He paid and moved on, without a thank you or a word of goodbye to the worker. Cane had eyes only for his coffee, and as he watched the barista prepare it, he felt an unnatural anger creep into his subconscious. Why would it take a person so long to prepare a simple drink with espresso and milk? He twitched, grinding his teeth together to try to keep from saying anything rude. After what seemed like a millennium, the fat and underpaid employee handed over his drink, and he snatched it without a second thought, retreating to the darkest and most barren corner of the shop, without stopping to get any sugar or other condiments.
Almost immediately he began to drink the beverage as if he was parched, and despite its burning hot temperature, he chugged it down, ignoring the scorching pain he felt seeping all the way down his chest into his stomach. Tapping his Vans on the floor like an addict, he began to calm down slightly, having some of his fix in his system. He was chilled to the bone, although it was crowded and rather warm inside. Come on, Cane. Control yourself. His voice barked in his head. He ran a white-knuckled hand through his hair, a million little explosions going off within his body. As long as he could sit in silence for a few minutes by himself, he would be fine. He could control it. He had to contain himself. It was pathetic, and the fact that it was so difficult to not shift was embarrassing. Every fiber in his body ached like no pain he'd ever felt as a drug addict; it was an unnatural feeling, and he contained it with caffeine and discipline. He got a few strange looks from the other customers, but he ignored it, instead fiddling with the buttons on his coat jacket.
ooc: DONE! sorry for the wait.
