Cup a'Joe

[jordanfelix]

It'd been two days since Jordan had arrived back in New York, he'd went to Hollywood, California to check some things out, but apparently things weren't much more different there than they were in New York itself. It was kind of sad actually, to find out that things weren't really different, it made him start to think that America was just all... screwy. Oh well, the fact of the matter was that he was back in New York doing all the things he usually did, get a cup of coffee and relax a bit before going back to work at 'Damien's Mechanics'. The way his job was going there, he'd soon be able to open his own shop, and possibly steal away Damien's business, hell the reason why people still went there was because Jordan worked the damn graveyard shift.

With a town so over populated by wolves and vampires, a mechanic shop that was open at night really brought in a lot of business, hell he already had five cars to work on, on top of a jeep that had been smashed by a transport. Now that jeep was going to take a long time, but the cars were just in need of new paint jobs so they'd be relatively fast to do. He had four more days to have that jeep fixed and all he needed were two more days, so he'd take the night off for the jeep and get on to it tomorrow. Jordan sported a blank black t-shirt with a jean jacket thrown over it, his black pants weren't anything to look at much. They fit him perfect, not to tight, and not too loose, perfect. The clicking of his black shoes on the floor let the cashier know that he was coming up to order something.

The coffee house wasn't much to look at, the place was dimly lit and the floor weren't the cleanest thing on the planet either. Jordan let a sigh slip from his lips as he pressed on further in to the crappy coffee house. The front counter was where the cashier stood, a fake smile pressed all over his face a long with a 'how may I help you' kind of stare. "Just a medium sized coffee, two sugar and two cream please mate," Jordan's accent rang out like a sore thumb, immediately he had grabbed the attention of two of the employees who just stared at him. He lifted his brow slightly in confusion and decided to go take a seat while he waited for the coffee to be made. In the reflexion of a window across the street, he could see the shops name lit up dim also, one of the letters had its light knocked out which didn't make it appeal too much either. Having another sigh slip his grasp, he continued to sit in place and wait for the coffee to be made.

[Hollywood Dawson]

Hollywood Dawson fled through the streets of late night New York City, stray wisps of her striking ruby red hair escaping from the messy ponytail she had thrown it up in only moments before. She really had no incentive for running off as she had, but at the moment just the thought of the supernatural world was making her head reel. She had been casually strolling the city, heading towards Times Square as she usually did this late at night, when she had caught the scent of another werewolf. No confrontation had gone down, and she doubted that one would have, but she had found her legs carrying her swiftly away in the opposite direction nonetheless. Right now, she wanted nothing to do with her kind or anything related. These midnight wanderings were to escape, to clear her head, not to be further dragged into the folds of the paranormal.

Slowing her speed so as not to draw attention to herself, she quickly cut across the street and ducked into the nearest open shop. The bell overhead jangled happily as she entered, but she didn’t seem to notice. Spotting an empty booth, she slid in and rested her elbows on the table in front of her, letting loose a long breath as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair. Why did these things always seem to find her? Couldn’t they see that she wanted nothing to do with them?

Her expression was almost angry as she stared at the checkered table underneath her, the artificial lights casting an eerie tint to the white squares. She briefly glanced up to study her surroundings. Checkered countertops, swivel chairs, and only a select few other customers, the closest of which was a man clad in black sitting at the booth in front of her. Where was she? A coffee shop? Holly clicked her tongue in irritation. She had only a few dollars in her pocket and she wasn’t planning on spending it in an all-hour coffee joint that couldn’t even afford decent lighting and twenty-first century tabletops.

Even as she thought this, a heavy-set woman with unflattering orange hair and a navy blue apron ambled over to her table, a tablet held loosely in her pudgy hands. “Welcome to Brews Brothers. How may I help you?” she droned, as if she’d rather do anything else than be of service to a frazzled looking seventeen-year-old with hair the color of a fire truck. Holly continued to stare at the tabletop, cynicism working its way into her eyes. ~*Brews Brothers? Oh, how clever,*~ she thought sarcastically, wishing the woman would just go away.

“No thanks,” she muttered softly, but the woman continued to stand there. Oh great, this wasn’t one of those if-you-don’t-waste-your-money-you-can’t-sit-here kind of coffee shops, was it? Holly cleared her throat and looked up at the apathetic waitress, wondering how many years at a coffee shop with a name like Brews Brothers it had taken to turn this lady into a human robot. “Uhm…just give me a minute,” she said instead, humoring her. Seemingly appeased, the woman sauntered off, grabbing an empty cup from the table behind her and disappearing into the kitchen. Holly grumbled something unintelligible under her breath, intending to leave before anyone returned to take her order.

[jordanfelix]

"She'll keep buggin' ya mate, I can promise you that," Jordan said keep his head straight forward, he leaned back against the chair he sat in. She sat in the booth behind him apparently, judging from where the voice had been tossed from. He had seen her bypass him quickly as she made her daring attempt to shield herself from the outside paranormal. He got the feeling that a wolf had been around again, judging from the scent and the speed she had moved by him, it was her. Luckily for both their sakes, Jordan wasn't a racist against werewolves, he only disliked the ones that ran rampant or simply tried to attack him. Other then that, he let bygones be bygones, no questions asked. He didn't need to be tossed into some century old rivalry, especially since he was only turned into a vampire when he was nineteen. It'd only been three years since that day, and he really held no allegiance to any of the species. He would rather just sit back and watch everything go down, maybe have a cigarette or two, and just chill out.

He contemplated asking the women when she had been turned, but then remembered that most people didn't like to talk about things like that. He didn't. That was a for sure thing, and he wasn't about to ask a question that he himself wouldn't even answer, it was just rude. So he had decided to go a long with a different question. "Pretty damn weird in this city huh?," Jordan had kept himself busy by reading a news paper, but for some reason he couldn't really be bothered with anything else but the comic section, he found it slightly funny, the jokes were kind of cheesy but he found them funny-cheesy. With another sigh, he let the news paper fall to the checkered table top, there wasn't much to look at in the room full of nothing.

It'd seem that the place really didn't get all that many customers, seeing as the employees took their sweet time with everything that they did. I should have went to star bucks. He thought wittingly, the service here was to die for, in the term that you'd be dead by the time you were served. Luckily for him, he was immortal, and could spend his life time in waiting, if it wasn't for the damn sun rising. Which brought another dim memory to his mind, he had started to forget what daylight looked like, it was kind of a smug picture to him. He shook his head lightly and waited on the response from the woman behind him.

[Hollywood Dawson]

Holly jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, startled out of her brooding oblivion. “She'll keep buggin' ya mate, I can promise you that.” A knowing smile curved the corners of her lips upwards. A little friendly conversation seemed normal enough. Just what she was looking for: normality. Maybe the world wasn’t as joyously twisted as she had thought it was. “So I’ve noticed,” she said, answering very naturally, her words flowing freely without much thought. “I was afraid she might club me with a coffee mug if I didn't say anything.”

And then the smell hit her like a static wave. Why she hadn’t sensed it before was a mystery to her, whether she had just been extremely unperceptive due to her own thoughts or still vamped from her near encounter with another werewolf. Regardless of the case, this new smell was throwing the rest of her senses amuck. The dim lighting of the buzzing lights overhead now seemed like the glaring rays of the rising sun, so bright that she had to squint her eyes. The sound of the frazzled woman across the room lightly sipping her coffee reverberated like a full blown thunderstorm, and Holly thought she could even make out each tiny pore on her skin. She blinked a few times, waiting for the effects to clear, but when they didn’t she looked up at the man in the booth in front of her.

This scent that was throwing her off key belonged to him. Beneath the cover of her conscious mind, she felt the werewolf rear its head, trying to break through to the surface. Did this mean that this man was a vampire? She bit her lip, almost to the point of drawing blood. All those months of hearing Aryana and the clan ramble on about how the dangerous blood-sucking fiends could creep up on you when you least expected it had taught her nothing. Holly had never bought into the stupid feud they wanted her to take part in anyways. She figured a vampire no different than a werewolf. They had all been human at one point. But sitting here in this coffee shop, only feet away from the first vampire she had ever encountered, she knew the werewolf inside her wanted to tear him to shreds. It made no sense to Holly, this violent animal instinct, so she clasped her hands together under the table and took in a deep breath.

“Pretty damn weird in this city, huh?” Holly arched an eyebrow at his words, clearly taking it as the understatement of the year. From the tone of his voice, she assumed that he could tell what she was as well. She exhaled the breath she had been holding and weighed her options. He didn’t seem like the foam-at-the-mouth type that she had been warned about and he was in no way hostile. If anything, he seemed like a perfectly normal human being, which is what she would have taken him as if she hadn’t the senses of a wolf. She knew this wouldn’t go down well with the pack if they found out but to hell with her allegiances. She could talk to whoever she pleased. “You could say that,” she finally said, a bit hesitantly. “Though I don't think weird is a strong enough word.”

[jordanfelix]

“I was afraid she might club me with a coffee mug if I didn't say anything.”

"Hm. Human's aren't so scary, especially since we're both the things that go bump in the night," a light chuckle broke out from him. He didn't fear humans, but he did respect their fear of him, they were scared of what they didn't know and they didn't know him. He hadn't tried to hunt a human in over a couple of years now, he didn't feel the need too when he could just go to a blood bank. Jordan was thinking of investing in one himself, perhaps one day when he took over the business. He lifted the cup that had finally been brought to him, taking a light sip he decided to finally make eye contact with the woman. Turning lightly he let his sapphire blue eyes scan the room, then locked gazes with the woman whom he'd been speaking too. He leaned back lightly and let out a slight yawn, covering his mouth before doing so.

“Though I don't think weird is a strong enough word.”

"Thats because sometimes it isn't," he wasn't going to deny the weirdness he felt when he came to New York. Not to mention the weirdness he felt when he became changed into a vampire, now that was some weirdness. He turned from the girl and took another sip of the coffee, things could get bad from his position he knew full well that this woman was a wolf. He could tell by the scent she put off and no doubt the different sensation that rang through his body, this happened every time a wolf was around. Though, he'd yet to be attacked by one, so he didn't feel that the racism was needed. Perhaps they, like the vampires, were all just trying to co-exist with one another. He could blame the vampires for being scared of the wolves, nor the wolves for being scared of the vampires. The only people that should have been scared, were terrified. Humans, most humans he ran into showed some fear when he spoke of himself as a vampire, so now and then he'd just hide it. Though, there was no hiding it here and he knew full well of that.

[Hollywood Dawson]

((OOC: Here you are, old buddy old pal! =] Sorry again for the wait. Just got back from vacation.))

Holly felt quite strange speaking to this man who was inadvertently a part of everything she had been taught to hate. Almost by natural law, they should be enemies. Yet here they sat, as docile as human beings on a first date. She found it all a little too ironic. "Hm. Human's aren't so scary, especially since we're both the things that go bump in the night[/I].” Her breath caught in her throat if only for a moment. So he did know what she was, and he wasn’t shy about the fact either. Of course, to be stricken with the idea that she could somehow hide her identity from him was foolish, but she was shaken nonetheless. It bothered her, though she couldn’t say why, that he knew her secret. She didn’t like to openly discuss her state of being.

But he was right, wasn’t he? They were both monsters according to the incredibly clichéd stories of the Hollywood industry. She couldn’t help but smile warily at the thought, letting down her ruby red hair and running a hand through the unruly curls as she did. “Mm, I suppose you’re right,” she replied, her voice laced with traces of her smile. “To hell with forty-year-old coffee shop waitresses. The only thing we have to fear is each other.” Almost in compliance to her last statement, the werewolf inside growled internally, trying to break free, and she added a bit more seriously, “And ourselves.”

As he turned around to briefly face her, her mocha-colored eyes, tonight laced with specks of gold, locked onto his every move, took in his every feature. She hadn’t expected him to turn so suddenly, and somehow because he had the buzzing of the lights became louder, the clarity of her sight sharper. She felt like she had just taken a few hits of acid. Geez, what was wrong with her? She clasped her hands tighter together underneath the table, as if trying to hold onto her human form. Weird…weird. “Thats because sometimes it isn't,” he had said, but his words sounded like they were coming from the end of a very long tunnel. “Hm? Oh.” She wanted to look away to curb the effects of his presence on her, but she couldn’t seem to avert her eyes. “Yeah, sometimes,” she murmured, as if in a trance. Shaking herself free for a moment, she forced a smile on her face. “Uhm…I’m Holly,” she said, introducing herself quite awkwardly.