Furry Cafè III - It's Bustling Now!

[SadDubwool]

martin walked in to the cafe, his usual bored, unhappy aura trickling off of him like water down a houses gutter, hopefully some form of caffinated drink will sharpen this incredibly dull blade of a person, sitting down as usual he enjoyed the leather seats of the small booth he chose.


something about this place made him feel at home, this is a place where he doesn't have to worry about all of the tiring menial activities that filled his life, it had been made even worse with the fact his friend had evicted him from his house and now he had to make due with living with his parent, "maybe" he thought to himself  "maybe this place can take my mind off of things"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled and tipped his pen at Cassy. "Hello miss."

[SadDubwool]

((Bumping this

[Tim Siguire]

Tim slides by Martin and sits beside him, just a good distance away as to not seem creepish and invasive.


"Heyo, customer. What brings ya here on this nicely lit day?"

[Ibi Tanvaal]

((Screw it, fresh start...))

Dressed in a trench coat to cover up the growing belly she had, Ibi reluctantly walked into the cafe. Not pursued by anyone, she still seemed rather troubled, and disappointed that this was not a licensed venue. After all that had happened the last few days, she could really use something strong. She could settle for tea, though, and so she sat down and waited for someone to approach her.

[Tim Siguire]

Marc softly padded over to ibi and gave a gentle smile before denoting ibi's expressionfull ... eyes.
"Is everything ok, miss? Is there something I could service you with?"

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Picking at her claws, Ibi looked up to Marc. She didn't want to bother anyone else with her troubles, so she tried to remain as stoic as possible. "What kind of coffee do you serve here?" It was never easy to tell, since so many cafes did things so differently.

[SadDubwool]

"My legs and my decreaseing will to live"

[Tim Siguire]

Tim lauhed lihtly at Martin's comment. Almost chuckling.
""Ahahaha.. well we have quite a few things actually. Sandwiches, small meals, coffee, soft drinks, and even desserts. All varying of course."






Marc looked at Ibi for a moment before pulling out his notepad.
"Weee Haaaave Regular Americano, caramal machiatto, mocha, iced coffee, blended coffee, its prett much made to order."

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Wincing slightly as one of her claws dug a little too deep, Ibi looked back up at Marc. "Caramel macchiato please." She didn't much like the coffee in these parts, despite lots of different places having different brews. It wasn't disgusting, so Ibi didn't complain, but there were certainly far better places to order such drinks. She saw the tiny droplet of blood from where she had been picking too much, so she held her hands together to avoid showing anything.

[Tim Siguire]

Marc went and made the Machiatto, Caramel.


While it was brewing he came back to ask
"Did you want whipcream? Would you like to make it sweeter? Its just brewing right now. It will be no charge as well." He gave her a soft smile, his white fur hiding his toothpick.

[labamba13]

Sam stepped through the cafe doors with his backpack slung over his shoulder looking obviously tired with bags under his eyes and ears slumped over as well as he made his way over to the counter to order "one coffee black please." Sam asked as he sat on a stool next to the counter every once so often his head drooping and almost falling asleep.

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Ibi had waited until Marc left to resume picking at the small red spot on her hand. The sting didn't bother her, but she was so focused on the droplet of blood pooling around the base of her claw, that she didn't notice Marc until he was looming over her. She very nearly made her tiny cut a whole lot worse, but managed to avoid such an incident only barely. "I, uh... Just however it comes, thanks." She hadn't hidden her hand from view, and she only hoped he didn't notice what she had been doing.

[Tim Siguire]

Marc walked back and made the coffee for Ibi. Shortly after he reeturned with her 12oz cup of caramel machiatto. It was a nice swirling design with a little bit of creamer inside of it. A thin layer of whip topped it off.

"Here you are. That will be 4.12." Marc gently placed the fresh machiatto safely in front of Ibi.


Tim had taken care of the other guys order and a black coffee was on its way to him.
"In a moment sir. It will be 3 dollars 40 cents."

[labamba13]

At this point Sam was already asleep sitting up with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and a very small strand of drool hanging from his mouth