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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on Mar 23, 2011 12:05:34 GMT -5
Chicago, Illinois
Guillaume walked right into the Starbucks area, which is a good thing of being in the Windy City and on a break from his hunt which the case he was working on was not that far off from the store. Before he would head out, he decided to have some morning coffee, since he really would need it. He needs lots and lots of coffee. He would be hunting down demons and other creatures so the guy needs something in order to stay awake. He'll always have his beer later, but first some good ol coffee.
He approached the counter, ordered his favorite-chocolate cappuchino and added a dark coffee with no milk or anything except for sugar, then patiently waited until his drinks came. He's not here for anything to eat since he isn't hungry but who knows. Once he got his stuff, Guillaume sat down at the table. First he blew on the coffee. As he sat there waiting for the coffee to cool down he wondered what to do. The demon he's after would take a heck lot than of just tracking it down, and shoot it, since the demon works in more than one. But he can do it. He knows it. So yeah, he definately needs this cofffee. He loves being a hunter though, there's nothing more exiting than of just go out and enjoy the hunt but sometimes he wished his sister Claudette or someone would've joined with him because it can be lonely if you don't have someone to hunt with.
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Mar 29, 2011 19:44:16 GMT -5
Dean took one look at the gleaming coffee shop and found himself frowning deeply at the sight of his reflection in the window. Of all the places he swore he would never step one foot into overpriced coffee shops like this were high on the list. Mainly for the reason that stores like that never sold coffee. What they did peddle to their patrons were sissy watered down drinks masquerading around as coffee. It disturbed him how many men these days were actually willing to drink those fruity flavored coffee drinks. He was also quite embarrassed to admit that his brother was one of those people. He watched people moving around inside and noticed that a lot of look the type to be an artist of some kind. Or at least the people who thought they were and liked to shove their opinions at you if you wanted them to or not. He really hated those sorts of people.
"No way Sammy." He said shaking his head as he felt his brother standing next to him on the busy side walk. "There's no way I'm going in there." he told his brother firmly. If there was anyway that Sam was going to make him put even one booted foot in the doorway he would have to force him in. Which would probably cause a scandalous scene on the sidewalk as Dean would put up a good fight to stay outside and out of the cream puff coffee shop where it was safe. |
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Mar 31, 2011 21:19:49 GMT -5
The younger Winchester fixed his brother with an incredulous stare. “Dude, it’s Starbucks,” Sam replied, “not Hell’s gate.” He could not understand Dean’s blatant dislike for the coffee shop; Starbucks outclassed any dingy 7-11 without a doubt. They generally frequented squalid convenience store chains, no name hole in the wall restaurants, and fast food franchises, which habitually served victuals that paled in comparison to the cuisines that graced their advertisements. Sam was rarely able to so much as suggest walking into a Starbucks without listening to Dean’s adamant cries of protest. Not to mention he tolerated the aforesaid for practically three years—Dean could suck it up and deal with it just this once.
“If it makes you feel any better, you can stay here while I go inside.” Before Dean could respond, Sam crossed the threshold into the café’s interior. He inhaled the mouth-watering aroma, glancing up at the menu display as he waited patiently for the patrons before him to purchase their beverage of choice. His mind could use the wakeup call caffeine provided—his thoughts still thick with exhaustion. With that said . . . a large mocha frappe seemed rather appetizing.
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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on Apr 1, 2011 11:47:20 GMT -5
As the hunter, who is sitting nearby, sipped his coffee, he turned towards the nearest window. He watched as one man shaking his head as if he didn't want to step inside. He doesn't get it, its just coffee. In fact he needed HIS coffee to stay awake, and its a good thing, much better than getting coffee late at night. That's a bad thing. The last time he did that, he was up all night very hyper and his parents both have told him no coffee after twelve cause of the constant walking around and making noise. Well, that's a lesson for him to learn even at the age of 15! He saw another man, who must be with that guy, walking inside. The man waited in line checking out the menu. As for Guillaume he turned away towards his coffee and finished it up then tossed the cup into the trashcan then he headed back in line cause he forgot to get a snack. Ooops. "Forgot something, can't miss out on the brownies here, you know? Oh I'm Guillaume. Say, um, the guy out there, he's not into coffee?" Sometimes he does hate coffee too but well for a hunter, you gotta have AT LEAST SOMETHING to keep you awake. OOC: Yay so its Dean's turn next  |
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Apr 3, 2011 17:01:53 GMT -5
Dean stayed outside on the sidewalk even though his brother tried to convince him that stepping inside the store wasn't going to kill him. But he just couldn't it was a principle thing for Dean. Plus it made him feel uncomfortable at the idea of people just sat around the shop and talked to each other for hours on end. The only way Dean would be able to talk about something that long if it was about his favorite genre of music or the impala. Other than that he couldn't really see any reason to talk for that long. But it seemed that a lot of people had enough time to waste like that, but not him his time was precious. Especially since he wasn't as blissfully unaware about the world like they were.
So while he was standing outside he kept an eye on his brother and the area around him. Even though he doubted that anything would happen to him. He watched as Sam grabbed a spot at the end of the nearest line and shook his head at he thought about which sissy coffee drink his brother was going to order. Sometime he just couldn't believe that he was related to Sam.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Jun 6, 2011 1:53:21 GMT -5
Sam stared down at the man who had spoken to him, slightly taken aback by his friendly disposition. The hunter did not encounter too many people who would be willing to strike up a conversation, at least one that he would consider to be pleasant. Recovering from the momentary shock, his lips curved into amiable grin as he listened, laughing softly when Guillaume mentioned Dean, who had still refused to take a single step into the coffee shop. "He's into coffee," he responded good-naturedly, his grin broadening. "You could say he just doesn't have good taste." It may have been a Starbucks, but coffee was coffee, and Sam thought Dean was overreacting—though his brother tended to do so on a daily basis, thus Sam was not surprised in the slightest. If the craving were strong enough, the eldest Winchester would come to terms with his pride and enter sooner or later, especially if food was involved. Shaking his head at his silent musings, Sam glanced out the window to where Dean stood, before focusing back on Guillaume. "The name's Sam. Nice to meet you, Guillaume." The name was an interesting one that was for sure; one that would stick out in his mind if he ever needed it again, although he doubted that he ever would due to his continuous traveling across the United States.
Stepping up to the counter, he requested a large mocha frappe. It was coffee, merely chilled, and a lot better to drink during the summer. Dean would probably give him a hard time about his choice beverage, but to each their own; Sam was not as close-minded as his sibling was when it came to some things, which was fine with him. Remembering what Guillaume had said, Sam also added a brownie to his order, his stomach growling in protest as he did. He had not eaten for hours and a brownie was nowhere near that of a proper feast, though it was something to snack on before he could get lunch or dinner—whichever came first; he was accustomed to his meals being far and few in-between, especially while on the job. With the frappe in one hand and the brownie in the other, Sam turned around, prepared to exit the café and hit the road, driving to the next town; saving people, hunting things—what he now deemed routine. However, he bumped into Guillaume, emptying the contents of his drink onto the affable stranger. Mentally chiding his clumsiness, Sam frowned, hoping Guillaume would still be as gracious as he had been.
Grabbing a few napkins from the display, he handed them to Guillaume, as an employee came out to clean up the mess. "Sorry about that," Sam apologized, peering over his shoulder at the lucky individual who had to mop up the frappe off the floor, wincing. He particularly felt bad for getting it all over Guillaume. Rubbing the back of his neck, he placed the bag that held the brown on the table beside him, waiting for Guillaume to wipe himself down. "Is there anything you need? I can pay you back." He really did feel guilty since Guillaume had been kind to him; the man had an innocent quality to him, and that made him feel worse. The least Sam could do was buy him a brownie to makeup for it; Guillaume had mentioned buying one earlier after all. Pulling out his wallet, he withdrew a five-dollar bill, handing it to the brunette. "Here. It's the least I could do," he said, smiling sheepishly. He wished he were not so clumsy. This was not the first time he had spilled coffee all over someone. He could recall doing the same to Shiloh; if only it were her this time around; then it might not have regretted as much.
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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on Jun 8, 2011 15:00:27 GMT -5
"Ah I see," Guillaume replied looking over his shoulder for a brief second at where Dean is then turned towards Sam, "nice to meet you too, Sam. Its always nice to meet different people even in Starbucks itself." But then again its kind of strange for a hunter to be in it but like it is said, he needs some caffeine and it can't always be soda. As he waited for Sam to order his drink, he wondered about what he would get to drink too. Maybe a mocha frappe, or maybe a frappinchino. Or maybe-SPLAT! The contents of Sam's drink spilled over Guillaume's shirt. But before he was going to say something, Sam instantly grabbed a few napkins and handed him it. It had happened as Sam was going to exit the place when suddenly he had accidently bumped into Guillaume. "Its okay," Guillaume replied. He had found it funny since that had happened to him in Arkansas but...it was he who was in Sam's place. "No really its alright. This shirt's old anyway. I don't know why I even thought of wearing it, I think next time I should buy a shirt the same color as the drink then it wouldn't be such a problem. Merci, Sam for the napkins." He wiped down the drink with the napkins, not even angry at all. "Besides people makes mistakes, oui? Oh no, not really you don't have to." He looked down at the bill and then gently took it from him. "Merci, but you didn't have to and since you were so nice to do that, I'll use it to buy the brownie. Its at least I can do as a thank you." It was really nice for Sam to do that. Once he had gotten his brownie as well, he handed Sam the rest of the change from it. "Keep it, Sam you might need it more than I."
OOC: Yayyy dude that post was awesome!
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jun 27, 2011 17:39:44 GMT -5
D ean leaned against the parked Impala as he waited for his brother to hurry up and grab his cup of sissy girly coffee so they could get out of the area and begin working on finding new leads on their case. He eyed the pedestrians outside of the building for a few minuets before he got bored with that, and decided to turn his attention oh his younger brother's progress inside. Looking through the wide glass window of the coffee shop he noticed that there was quite a long line to the register. At the sight of all the people in the line made Dean groan outloud in frustration. That was another reason why he liked to go to local diners that no one really heard of, there was less people to crowd around you. You could easily get a decent cooked meal and a cup of coffee in no time and be back on your way. But now a days people were opting more for the fast foos alternative as they did not want to have to wait very long for their meal. Which reminded Dean how oblivious to the world people were now. But before he could think about it too much he saw his brother turn and accidentally spill the cup of coffee he had just bought. He watched as his brother mimed his appologies to the guy for getting hot coffee on him. Dean could not help but to laugh loudly at that, sure he scared a couple of people walking by him but he did not care. That was his brother alright, he thought to himself. Sammy the klutz. He could not wait for his brother to come back outside so he could give him hell for that little accident. Sure it was a jerk move to make, but he really couldn't pass up the opportunity too.[/blockquote] |
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