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YOUR NAME IS DAVE STRIDER. YOU'RE 22 YEARS OLD AND YOU'VE RECENTLY GOT A JOB AT A COFFEE SHOP IN THE AREA YOU'VE RECENTLY MOVED TO. YOU HAVE A SMALL CRUSH ON YOUR ONLINE FRIEND, KARKAT. YOU HAVENT ACKNOWLEDGED IT TOO HEAVILY YET, THOUGH.
“fuck.. what time is it? 6:36am? oh shit.”
i get up quickly, first thing i do is check my phone for any notifications from CG.
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] at XX:XX --
CG: MORNING TG.
TG: morning cg
CG: DID YOU SLEEP WELL.
TG: yea man
TG: like a baby
TG: or i guess wriggler?
TG: i dont fucking know
CG: YOU DON'T HAVE TO CORRECT YOURSELF.
CG: IVE LIVED ON EARTH LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW.
TG: yeah well i have to make sure
TG: anyways
TG: i start my new job today dude
TG: cant talk for long
TG: i need to get ready
CG: OH.
CG: OKAY.
CG: MUST SUCK HAVING WORK EARLY.
TG: probably will
TG: ill talk to you later, karks B)
CG: BYE, DAVE.
--turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at XX-XX--
i shut off my phone and leave it on my desk. walking into my dope ass bathroom and getting into the shower ive been preparing. today is gonna be one hell of a day, probably. never worked at a coffee shop. i have usual shower thoughts, is water wet type shit. i get out of the shower, throw on a pair of jeans and some t-shirt with a sick ass design.
i fix up my hair. gotta look fresh for this. put my sunglasses on, throw socks on, then my shoes. i grab my coat and wear it cause it's currently fall. open the door, walk out, and now today is going to be a hell of a day.
YOUR NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS. YOU LIVE IN THE CITY IN A COLDER PLACE, MID-FALL TOO. YOU START YOUR MORNING BY GETTING UP AND BRUSHING YOUR TEETH. YOUR EVERYDAY ROUTINE OF GETTING READY AND THEN GOING TO THE COFFEE SHOP YOU FREQUENT.
UGH. WAKING UP EARLY FOR WHAT.. MY JOB DOESN'T EVEN START UNTIL 7:30AM.
YOU GROAN QUIETLY AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT, BUT COPE WITH KNOWING YOU CHOSE TO DO THIS. YOU PUT ON A BLACK TURTLENECK, AND THEN GRAY BAGGY PANTS. YOU PUT SOME SOCKS ON, THEN SHOES. PUTTING ON YOUR COAT AND THEN LEAVING THE HOUSE. “THIS FUCKING TOWN SUCKS..” YOU SAY AS QUIETLY AS YOU CAN BE FOR BEING THE BIGGEST GROUCH. ITS SO FUCKING COLD OUT FOR WHAT. WINTER IS GONNA BE FUCKING HELL.
“this place doesnt look so bad actually..”
i say under my breath as i stand outside of the small cafe. i walk in through the employee door to be greated by a manager. i get given an apron, then told to work registers for the day after being given a few small tips. man. this is so ass. standing here like a dork when i could be making beats. i wonder if im gonna see a troll here. that'd be funny. i wonder if they know karkat. should i ask? oh shit— customer.
“hey welcome to (COFFEE SHOP THAT I DONT CARE ENOUGH TO NAME). how may i take your order?”
“Could I get uh...- iced pumpkin spice latte?”
“sure. whats your name?”
i hold the sharpie to the cup.
“******.”
okay. order. i nod, write their name, take their money, and then go back to make it.
“one iced pumpkin spice latte for *****.”
i come back with their drink, waving them off. this isnt that bad really. it goes on for awhile until an actual troll comes in. i just thought about this, damn. hes glaring at me like i just killed his family. or uh. lusus.
ITS A NEW FUCKING BARISTA. HOW IS HE GONNA DO IT RIGHT. THIS IS A SHITTY WAY TO START OFF A MORNING.
“welcome to (SHOP NAME). how may i take your ord-”
“THE USUAL.”
“the.. what??”
“YOU IDIOT. I WANT MY USUAL DRINK.”
“okay man don't need to yell..”
“id normally do it no hesitation but its my first day, i dont know what you usually order.”
“URGH. BLACK COFFEE, BUT WITH A SMALL AMOUNT OF CARAMEL CREAMER.”
“okay, can i have your name?”
“YOU ASSHAT. YOU DONT NEED TO GET THEIR NAME UNLESS THEY'RE GONNA SIT DOWN. IF IM HERE WAITING IN LINE YOU DON'T NEED IT. IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE.”
jesus this dude is so fucking loud its 7:30am hold your horses
“okay man, relax”
he held out some cash, the exact amount, and then proceeded to stare directly at me as he waited. arms crossed and all. hes a fucking stereotype i swear
WHO EVEN IS THIS SHITFACE. HES CLEARLY NEVER EVEN WORKED AS A BARISTA A DAY IN HIS LIFE. I WISH I COULD COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS TO DAVE BUT HE HAS TO FUCKING WORK. THIS WORLD IS SO CRUEL.
“heres your drink”
“FINALLY.”
YOU SNATCH THE DRINK FROM HIM, GIVING HIM ONE LAST GLARE BEFORE WALKING OUT TO WORK. YOUR FREEHAND IN YOUR COAT POCKET.
what was WITH that dude. i mean, i didnt do shit to him i might just need to text kar about this
IN WHAT WORLD IS WEARING SUNGLASSES INSIDE NORMAL. THAT WAS THE BIGGEST DORK EVER. GOD, I HOPE HES OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I DONT SEE HIM. I ARRIVE AT MY WORKPLACE, JUST YOUR STANDARD GAS STATION. ITS GONNA BE A FUCKING LONG DAY.
END OF THE DAY COMES BY, BOTH ARE EXHAUSTED. (not to stereotypically timeskip)
[carcinoGeneticist [CG:] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG:] at XX:XX.]
CG: IM FINALLY HOME, DAVE.
CG: DID YOU SURVIVE YOUR FIRST DAY?
TG: barely
CG: GOG, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.
TG: nah its just weird working again
TG: i mean some twink yelled at me but i dont really care
CG: ONE HELL OF A DAY YOU HAD.
TG: pretty smooth sailing over here at S.S strider
TG: few bumps because this is my first time as a sailor but i still persist
TG: hopefully theres no iceburgs
CG: I GUESS YOU'RE DOING OKAY.
THE TWO OF THEM RANTED ABOUT NONSENSE FOR BASICALLY THE WHOLE NIGHT.
TG: shit its late
TG: im going to bed
TG: goodnight, karkles B)
CG: GOODNIGHT, DAVE. (:B
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG] at 23:54