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sTrIkE mE dOwN: MODERN AU
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REY [1]
By: winterssmary Date: June 27, 2021, 12:42 am
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Rey's shift at Koko Java started three hours ago and she still
felt like she had just clocked in, being rushed around and
unable to do much else than take orders and slide tickets down
the counter to Rose, who was actually doing most of the brewing
today. Rey would have preferred to be in the back with her -- or
in place of her -- but they both knew that was a terrible idea.
She was a nice girl, but terribly difficult and harsh when she
was frustrated. Rey somehow had much more... refined people
skills. She could fake a smile and be kind to anyone, even if
they spit in her face or called her trash or threw scalding hot
coffee on her shirt. On difficult days and busy hours like
these, Rose made a point to put Rey on the front lines, asking
her to take orders with a smile and run drinks and snacks to
tables. Otherwise, the store might be in for a law suit and no
one wanted that. While Rey was good at putting on a brave face
and handling the crowds, it didn't mean that she liked it, or
that the shift would be without it's problems. In the last ten
minutes alone, she could count three women cursing at her, a
high school girl who filmed her and probably shamed her on
TikTok, and six middle-aged men staring at her ass. And one who
made the dumb move to reach out to touch her before getting
gently smacked away. She didn't want to be here and was already
feeling like, any minute now, she might just give up, walk out
the door, and never come back. But she knew she would never
actually go through with that. The job was that bad, she
supposed. It beat working for Mr. Plutt's auto shop like she
used to, where she was constantly violating labor laws since her
boss -- and foster father -- refused to pay her and just claimed
she was working off her rent for living with him. This way, she
could work a job with her friends and actually make a paycheck.
Though a chunk of it still went toward paying off Mr. Plutt,
since she was over eighteen now and needed him to let her stay
with him until she could get a place of her own. Another chunk
went to her early student loan payments. Then there was the
cellphone bill. But it was still a better option than it could
have been. Besides, Rose was here. So was Finn, her boyfriend.
She still found the prospect of dating someone she was such good
friends with to be odd and a little uncomfortable sometimes, but
she cared about him, so it was basically the same thing, right?
She shook these thoughts from her head, focusing once more of
typing the orders in accurately and delivering things in as
timely of a manner as possible, which meant she was speed
walking and sometimes jogging between tables. It was a good
thing she always made sure to wear sneakers to work, unlike Rose
who preferred flip flops. She managed to move fairly gracefully,
having memorized the layout of the dining area after walking
through it so many times. If she ever tripped, it was because a
customer got in her way or someone spilled something or she was
tripped, which happened once or twice. Middle school boys
thought they were so funny. But, fortunately, it wasn't hectic
enough to cause her too much trouble now as she hurried along
the salesfloor, delivering one woman's frappe at record speed.
Afterward, she saw that, unfortunately, she had another
customer. He was a tall -- very tall -- broad-shouldered man
with long black hair and a massive frame. He wore a very clean,
stylish outfit, something that made him look as if he had either
just left a board meeting or given a TED talk. His side profile
displayed a strong jawline, aquiline nose, and dark eyes. Rey
would be lying if she said she didn't find the older man
incredibly attractive, but she'd seen him around a few times.
From what Rose told her, he normally ordered the same thing over
and over again and didn't really talk to anyone. Unless he was
trying to take a girl home, of course. Good thing she looked
like a preschooler compared to him, she thought. She had her
hair braided and then twisted into a low bun, which always made
her look younger. The hand-painted shoes, denim shorts and
floral graphic t-shirt surely didn't do her any favors in
looking more her age. But she supposed that might be a good
thing in this case. She made it back to the register just a
moment later, logging into the system without even really
looking and smiling at the man in front of her, a bright gleam
in her eye that she always aimed to have when working with
customers. "Hi, sir. Welcome to Koko Java. How are you?" she
said, reciting the simple three-question greeting flawlessly for
the thousandth time that day, patiently awaiting the man's
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[1] BEN
By: Zellaphone Date: June 27, 2021, 3:22 pm
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Ben knew it was going to be a long day for him, as many of his
days were. Unfortunately for him, nothing was ever easy, and
today he'd be having to meet with a client whose wife -- but
soon to be ex-wife -- was being particularly difficult when it
came to the custody of their child. It had been making the
divorce case drag on for much longer than necessary, and it had
led to much drama both inside and outside of the courtroom. It
didn't help that the wife had managed to secure Amilyn Holdo as
her lawyer either. That woman was incrediably good at what she
did. Almost as incredible as he was. Almost. He knew that it was
only a matter of time until he achieved his client's wishes, as
he usually did, and he couldn't wait to see the look of
disappointment on Holdo's face. Stubborn woman. However, despite
his own confidence, he knew that he still needed to work hard in
order to get things done right, which had him waking up hours
before he needed to be in his office. He showered and dressed,
picking out one of his crips, clean navy suits for the day.
Loading up his leather satchel with everything he needed,
including his laptop and work papers, he headed out of his
luxury New York apartment and into the busy streets of the city,
heading to his usual coffee shop between his home and his
office. It was the only coffee shop, he had discovered, between
his apartment and work that didn't have coffee that tasted as if
they had been using the goddamn same filter for a year. There
had been another place that he had preferred not too long ago,
but, apparently, sleeping with the manager there and never
calling her afterward had been a mistake. Thankfully, he didn't
have the same issue at Koko Java, meaning that he likely didn't
risk having hot coffee thrown at his chest. Again. He really
didn't want to have to replace yet another suit. He entered the
shop with a little over an hour to spare before work, finding
the place to be rather busy, which was really anything all that
strange. He had arrived during the morning rush hour. Waiting
for his turn in line, he pulled out his phone, mindlessly
scrolling through his new emails, seeing if he had missed
anything important. There were two emails he had yet to read.
One was from Hux, and while it could be important, he very
highly doubted it. The man likely just wanted some advice on a
case he was working on or was inquiring about how his own cases
were going, just wanting to be nosy. He ignored it, for now,
knowing that he'd be seeing the man soon and could just deal
with whatever he wanted then. The other email, unfortunately,
was from his mother, and he frowned at the sight of it. If he
had to guess, she was asking about having dinner with him
sometime soon, as she very occasionally liked to do. He
desperately wished that he could block emails from certain
people, but that was apparently something one was unable to do.
Either that or he wasn't tech-savvy enough to figure it out.
Regardless, he decided to ignore that email as well. He could
always go without seeing his mother and hearing the usual you
need to shape up and live a better life and stop sleeping around
because you're destroying the family's image and yourself
speeches that he got from just about all of his family members.
He wasn't destroying the family's image. He knew better than to
think that. He was a very well-respected and well sought out
lawyer that happened to be photographed with a different woman
every week because the paparazzi wouldn't leave him alone thanks
to his mother's fucking campaign, and people who didn't have
their heads screwed on straight viewed that as a problem. She
was doing fine 'destroying' the family image herself with a
husband who was never to be seen with her because he was too
busy traveling the world and indulging in his own sexual
desires. What a fucking mess. He looked up from his phone just
in time to see that it was finally his turn to place his order,
tucking his phone back away and looking at the barista before
him. The sight of her caught him off guard for a moment, not
expecting to be met with someone so attractive. It was possible
that he could have seen her in the shop before, but he was
certain that he would have remembered her. Possibly. She looked
young, but not young enough to where he felt like he needed to
be concerned. She was a bit taller than the average woman, but
still much smaller than him. Her frame was thin, and her skin
was tanned and freckled. It looked smooth. Very smooth, but her
hands looked like they might be a bit rougher than those of a
normal woman who didn't strain herself too often. Perhaps she
played an instrument, or perhaps she had another job that
required more physical labor, or she had a unique hobby of some
sort. She had long brown hair that was braided and twisted into
a bun, which was a style he thought suited her very well for
some reason. Her eyes were also brown, but he could spot some
green in them as well. They looked kind, he thought, though
perhaps not very lively at the moment, which was to be expected
from someone working a busy shift in the food industry. Still,
there was something that he couldn't quite place in her eyes
that he liked. What really made her look young was her clothes.
She was wearing some denim shorts and a graphic tee that he
could see perhaps a high schooler wearing. However, he
definitely wouldn't assume that she was in high school. The
youngest he'd probably place her as would be nineteen. Maybe
eighteen, but that was pushing it. She smiled at him, and he
could tell that it wasn't completely genuine, which was fine.
Most of his weren't genuine either, so it was easy to spot,
though her smile did bring a certain gleam to her eyes. She
greeted him, revealing her lovely British accent that made her
even more appealing, going through the usual script for the
employees that worked there. She asked him how he was, and his
lips curved upwards into his own sort of smile. It was the one
that bordered between trying to be genuine without putting any
real feeling into it and a smirk. “Much better now that I’ve
seen you," he purred effortlessly, going through his own kind of
script and pulling out his wallet without looking, keeping his
eyes locked on her. There was no need to look at anything else
when he already knew exactly what he wanted. “I’d like a black
coffee with a shot of espresso and two pumps of hazelnut,” he
began, giving her his regular coffee order. "And you. Tonight,"
he added with a gleam in his eyes, but it wasn't bright like
hers. His was more... mischievous, testing her, wanting to see
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REY [2]
By: winterssmary Date: June 27, 2021, 11:50 pm
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Mornings were always the worst time to be scheduled at Koko
Java, especially in the middle of Manhattan. Being located just
south of Washington Square Park was excellent since it was
walking distance from NYU's campus, but it was terrible since
everyone seemed to go through this area during their morning
commute. Rey was forced on the register that spring morning,
which was not unusual. She hadn't been working here for a very
long time, but she'd been here long enough to garner a
reputation for her excellent customer service. She was just so
polite, even when she was seething in rage from something awful
someone said to her or having to stop another stranger from
touching her. Finn and Rose gladly let her take the fall every
day and she didn't have the spine to tell them no. She knew it
was a bad idea. Rose had a tendency to threaten to bite people
and Finn just clammed up when things went wrong. Rey was the
only one who kept her cool, apparently. And this morning was no
different, since she was having to deal with a lot of bullshit.
There was screaming, snickering, mocking, whistling, cursing,
and so much chaos that she wanted to run under a table and hide
for the rest of her shift. Yet she persisted, keeping her head
held high as she maneuvered through the dining area, dropping
off orders and taking tickets at the register just like normal.
If she didn't need to get out of Mr. Plutt's house so
desperately, she would have quit this job a while ago. She
hurried back to the register after dodging a customer's leg as
it jutted out from under the table. She straightened out her
t-shirt, making sure it looked decent with how it was tucked
into her shorts. It had a tendency to bunch up in a way she
didn't like sometimes. She she looked up again, she met the dark
eyes of an extremely handsome man with high cheekbones, fair
skin, and fluffy black tresses. The prominence of his nose and
definition of his jawline made him look like how she often
imagined a Greek god. She blinked though, remembering Rose
mentioning the pretty man in the monkey suit. He was a notorious
slut, apparently. He looked wealthy, which was probably how he
got away with his string of casual flings and one-night stands.
He'd flirted with many women in the past, according to Rose, and
it usually lead to their heartbreak. Rey wasn't worried about
getting her heart broken, since she wouldn't be acting on her
attraction to the man. She was with Finn. Sorta. It was still
hard for her to accept that she had a boyfriend sometimes,
especially Finn. He was a wonderful guy, but their relationship
didn't feel romantic. But that was probably normal when the
relationship was fresh, right? So, while she wasn't worried
about heartbreak or falling into some womanizer's trap, she was
worried that he might make things awkward, since she was one of
the only women in Manhattan that he hadn't flirted and/or slept
with yet, apparently. She smiled regardless, reciting the
typical customer service greeting that she'd prattled off
hundreds of times, asking for his order and how he was. She
noted how unsettling the smirk on his lips was. It looked so
hollow, like this was a game to him and he was trying to pretend
he wasn't called on a bluff. There was just nothing behind it.
No emotion, no conviction. Empty. But he let out an easy purr,
claiming he was better now that he'd seen her. "Oh. Um, is that
a compliment? Thank you," she said, genuinely pleased if he was
calling her cute, but still nervous just about this man.
Regardless, she couldn't hide how her cheeks heated up a bit,
blinking in surprise. She had a feeling he was going to say
something, but men being so forward without so much as
small-talk was... unnerving. His eyes were locked on her, even
as he pulled out his wallet and ordered his usual beverage. She
tried not to make direct eye contact, typing his order into the
machine and printing the ticket. "Alright, easy peasy. You're
total is-," she said, but was cut off by his next remark, that
he wanted to have her later tonight. She froze for a second,
nearly shuddering at how creepy it was to hear something like
that again. But, this was the first time she'd heard it from an
attractive man, and one who didn't look too much older than her.
It was usually people old enough to be her grandfather. "Oh...
um... that's... um. I'm flattered, but I'm actually seeing
someone," she said, slowly looking back up at him. She knew
better than to just say she wasn't interested. She'd learned
from experience that men don't respect that and that they either
get annoyingly persistent or angry. When you mention a
boyfriend, they tend to be more accepting, since they actually
respect other men. No. Why should she be nervous about turning
him down? He could get as much pussy as he wanted from someone
else. And he was probably going to. He'd keep recycling those
cheap lines and keep getting what he wants, but not from her. "I
prefer men to talk to me like an individual person instead of
recycling tired Playboy material," she said effortlessly, her
voice flat. The ticket printed and she slid it down the counter
to Rose. "That'll be 6.77 for the coffee. Oh, and I need your
name," she said. [/center]
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[2] BEN
By: Zellaphone Date: June 28, 2021, 1:21 pm
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Ben knew it was going to be another long and trying day, so he
definitely didn’t want to miss out on his morning coffee.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to go to the courthouse today for any
cases, but he did have to meet with a client later for lunch,
and this particular client was in a nasty situation where his
soon-to-be-ex-wife was trying to win full custody of their
child. There was likely going to be tears shed at the luncheon,
and he wouldn’t have the strength to deal with such a thing
without at least one cup of coffee in his system. He really
hated it when clients cried. Unless it was out of joy because
they won, of course. He stepped into Komi Java, his regular stop
for coffee and to do some morning work before heading into the
office. He was very much aware that he could just make coffee at
home and work there, especially since he wasn’t crazy about
social scenes, but at least in a place like this he could go
about his business without being bothered. And he’d be lying if
he said he didn’t enjoy the quiet hum of the background noise
the shop offered, and the view from its front window. It was a
nice place to relax without being cooped up in his home. It
didn’t feel as lonely, even if he was, indeed, alone. The coffee
shop was busy that morning, which wasn’t anything really
unusual. It was located in an area that was perfect for students
and adults to stop by on their way to school or work, and the
coffee was good, though many would probably argue that it was
also overpriced. He took his place in the line, pulling out his
phone to help pass the time and catch up on his emails, but it
was just the usual calendar reminders this morning, and an email
from Hux that he would ignore. Something that did catch his eye,
however, was a new email from his mother, which managed to
immediately put a frown on his face and sour his mood. She knew
that he had to check his work email frequently, so she always
emailed that one instead of his personal one, wanting to have
dinners together on rare occasions to ’catch up’, but they
always just turned out to be lectures from her instead of
anything enjoyable. He ignored that email as well, having
absolutely no desire to deal with his mother anytime soon. When
he looked up from his phone, it was finally his turn to order,
sliding his phone back into the front pocket of his slacks. He
stepped up to the register, and that was when the barista
appeared, straightening up her floral t-shirt and making sure
that it was properly tucked into her deniem shorts. He was drawn
to her right away, though she did look a little young. Perhaps
younger than what he usually went for, but she did look of age,
despite what she wore. She was tall, thin, tanned, and her skin
was dusted with lovely little freckles that he rarely saw on
most women. She had long brown hair that was expertly braided
and twisted into a bun, as if it was something she did nearly
every day. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, but showed
hints of green when the sunlight peeking through the widow hit
them just right. She had a very distinct jawline, thin, glossed
lips, pristine brows, and a perfectly pointed nose. Her breasts
were maybe a bit smaller than the average woman's, but that was
not an issue to him. She was incrediably attractive, he couldn't
deny. She looked as though she could be on magazines, if she so
desired. There was something very... inviting about her. She met
his gaze, giving him that classic customer service smile, but
there was a certain sparkle in her eyes. Already he had made up
his mind -- he wanted this girl. She went through the usual
barista's script, welcoming him to the coffee shop in her
alluring accent and asking him how he was, managing not to sound
tired of the same old boring routine even though he was sure
that she had to be. He smiled back at her, though his wasn't
completely genuine either and very much resembled more of a
smirk. He wanted her, so he was going to try his luck and
hopefully end up with some plans for the night. He told her that
he was much better now that he had seen her, the words not
entirely a lie and coming out smooth an easy, but it was a line
that he used frequently. She accepted the compliment after a
moment of confusion and surprise, thanking him for it, her
cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink. She must not be used
to men being so forward with her, and he noticed that when she
blushed, it brought out the freckles under her makeup out more.
He couldn’t understand why she’d want to cover them up with
anything. He liked them, and she was the type of girl that could
get away without wearing any makeup, he thought, though he did
wonder if her lip gloss was flavored or not and what it tasted
like if it was. It would probably be something sweet. “You are
certainly welcome," he purred, pulling out his wallet without
looking away from her, though he could now tell that she was
purposefully avoiding his gaze. He found it rather cute how she
reacted to being flirted with. She was almost shy about it all,
as if she wasn't used to compliments. He gave her his usual
order, and she was about to give him his total before he added
that he also wanted her tonight. She froze and he grinned,
though it never quite met the mischievous gleam in his eyes,
waiting for her response. Hopefully, she'd say yes. They rarely
ever told him no unless there was a good reason. Slowly, clearly
caught off guard, she told him that she was flattered, but that
she was seeing someone. Hm. Shame. "I see. That's too bad," he
said, his tone a bit flat, showing no real signs of true
disappointment. While he definitely did want to sleep with her
and his attraction to her still remained, he wasn't the type to
try and break up relationships. He knew what it was like to be
cheated on, so he never slept with women that he knew were
seeing someone, even if they were willing. However, that didn't
mean that he still wouldn't flirt. Flirting was harmless, and he
had learned that not all relationships were built to last, so
perhaps it would all pay off in the end. She looked back up at
him, their eyes locking and her whole demeanor changing as she
easily declared that she preferred men to talk to her as though
she was her own person instead of recycling tired Playboy
material. Now he was the one caught off guard, not used to being
spoken to in such a way, but that didn't mean he was angry. Oh
no, he liked the way she spoke to him. He could definitely
admire a woman who stands up for herself and says what she likes
and doesn't like. His smile returned, but this time, it was
perhaps just a tad bit more genuine. “Is that so? I’ll have to
keep that in mind, then," he said as his ticket printed and she
slid it down to the other barista that he had seen before. She
told him his total, but he already knew the amount, sliding the
money over to her before she asked for his name. "Ben," he told
her, putting his wallet away for now. He wanted to give her a
tip for the amusement she had provided for him, but he knew that
she'd be bringing his drink to his table once it was ready. He
could speak with her more then. On the subject of names, he took
the opportunity to glance down at her name tag, wanting to know
what her name could be. Rey, it read. He actually rather liked
that name. It was beautiful, unique, just like her. "I’ll try to
be sweeter next time. I really would like to see you blush
again," he said effortlessly, his lips curving slightly upwards
again a bit smugly, letting her know that he hadn't failed to
notice that his compliment from earlier had had an effect on
her. She had liked it, he could tell, so he could be sweet. He
had plenty of nice things to say about her already, though many
of them she probably wouldn't want to hear. With that he turned
away, picking a table by the window as he normally did to sit
at, pulling out his laptop, pen, notebook, and work papers,
going about his usual business and patiently waiting for Rey to
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REY [3]
By: winterssmary Date: June 30, 2021, 8:15 pm
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She was completely caught off-guard by the stranger at the
register. For starters, she was simply shocked to see someone
that attractive who actually looked semi-respectable. She was
blaming the latter more on the suit that he wore than anything
else, but it was still nice. She would never act on that
attraction, of course, since she was with Finn. But there was no
rule against window shopping, especially because she knew for a
fact that Finn had to find a lot of the people he was around
attractive. And she didn't mind it. In fact, she often found
herself talking about all the men they thought were pretty, even
if she wasn't necessarily attracted to them. This was a little
different. The customer was someone she could definitely see
herself flirting with if she were single. But she wasn't. She
was even more caught off-guard by just how forward he was, going
in for the kill immediately and basically inviting her into his
bed. She wouldn't have said yes to that even if she was single.
She wasn't easy, not that she had a problem with women who were.
It simply wasn't who she was. Rey was a more... tactile
individual. She wanted a connection with someone before she felt
comfortable enough to be vulnerable with someone. Despite how
attractive he was, she couldn't see that ever happening with
this guy. He was much too focused on one thing and it wasn't
something he definitely wouldn't get from her. It was
disappointing but, at the same time, she was glad to no longer
have the temptation. She gave him the simple answer, that she
was flattered, but she was with someone. He accepted that, which
was a massive relief. She was expecting for of a fight from him,
given how quickly he took to hitting on her. Most men weren't
usually so respectful. But he didn't sounds particularly
disappointed either, which told her everything she needed to
know about him. He'd have another woman in his bed without a
problem. He probably had a list of booty calls in his contacts
right now, not a name for any of them. He probably didn't list
them as anything more than their features: Big Tits, Brazilian
Booty, or Stripper Lips. She wondered briefly what her name
would be, but expected it wouldn't be anything flattering. This
was a game to him. She told him that she preferred men who treat
her like an individual instead of using tired pick-up lines. She
saw something flash in his eyes for a moment and couldn't tell
if it was anger or admiration. Either way, she wasn't thrilled
with it. An almost genuine smile came over his lips. He said
he'd have to keep that in mind. But didn't seem even remotely
serious. "Women aren't one-size-fits all, you know? Treat us
like individuals instead of pieces of meat and you might
actually have something," she said. She read him his total,
asking for his name. Ben, apparently. He slid the money over to
her just as she slid the ticket down the counter. "Got it," she
she said flatly, discreetly writing Ken on his cup before
passing it off to the back. He said that he'd try to be sweeter
next time, causing her to roll her eyes. Then he added that he
wanted to see her blush again, which caused her breath to catch
in her throat for a second, embarrassed that he'd caught that
and humiliated that he called her out on it in public. Then he
turned away to find a booth. "I'd like to see you trip and
fall," she murmured under her breath, hands clenched into fists.
She took a few more orders before Rose came back with Ben's,
sitting it in front of her for her to take. She sighed, grabbing
the cup and glancing out to the dining room, looking for the
creepy guy who put her in a mood. She found him by the window a
moment later, sitting at a small booth with his computer, a
notebook, and a stack of papers strewn across the table. Oh no.
He was setting up camp. Hesitantly, she carried his drink over
to him, her customer service smile fading once she reached his
table, since her boss wasn't looking. "Here you are, sir. Let me
know if you need anything else," she said, setting his drink
down in front of him. "Besides a new flavor of the week, of
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Being forward was usually something that worked more in his
favor than against, but today was, unfortunately, an exception.
The barista behind the register was beautiful and slender, with
freckled skin and rosy lips. He wanted to know how sweet those
lips were, or if her skin was as soft as it looked. He wanted to
hear her swear in that lovely accent of hers and see her blush
again like how she had done after he had complimented her. She
was truly very, very easy on the eyes, and her voice only made
her more attractive to him. However, his bluntness when he
invited her to sleep with him tonight had apparently not been
appreciated. Or, well, perhaps it had, but she had a boyfriend.
She never said that she wasn't interested, just that she was
flattered and was seeing someone. He accepted that easily, his
voice flat and lacking any real disappointment. If he was truly
craving someone by the end of the day, he'd just pick up someone
at a bar like usually did. He wasn't about to try and break up a
relationship just because he found this barista to be highly
appealing. That wasn't the type of person he was. When their
eyes met again after she got over her initial shock, however,
her whole demeanor seemed to change. She looked more confident
now instead of shy, telling him that she preferred men who
treated her like an individual instead of using old pick-up
lines. He was a bit surprised by her reaction at first, but once
he decided that he certainly wasn't angry at her for speaking to
him in such a way, he smiled a bit more genuine than before. He
liked this side of her more, he decided. It seemed more her than
just the usual customer service attitude that most workers had.
She was standing up to him, letting him know that she knew her
own worth and that she wasn't that easy. He liked that. He liked
that very much. He told her that he'd have to keep her words in
mind, though he wasn't being very serious. It didn't really
matter to him what kind of men this woman preferred since he had
only been searching for a one-night stand, but he did plan on
continuing to flirt with her. He saw flirting as harmless, and
more often than not, it was just how he spoke to women outside
of a professional setting. It was easier than trying to have any
meaningful conversations. Flirting was safe. It kept him
guarded. The woman went on, saying that women weren't
one-size-fits-all, telling him to treat them like their own
people instead of meat and then maybe he'd have something. Have
something? That rubbed him a bit the wrong way, but his smile
only faltered slightly. He usually got exactly what he wanted,
which was meaningless, mindless sex. He didn't want anything
else. “You should write all of this down. It could make you
millions," he said, still teasing her before getting a bit more
serious. “How I treat women gets me exactly what I want.
Usually," he told her, having to add the usually since it hadn't
gotten him what he had wanted in this case. “And I normally
don’t hear any complaints afterward," he added a bit smugly,
smirking once again. She told him his total for his coffee
order, asking for his name. He gave it to her, sliding the money
to her as his ticket printed, already knowing the total before
she had said. She scribbled his name down on his cup, passing it
to the other barista as he took a moment to glance at her name
tag to know her own name. Rey. Pretty. Just like her. He told
her that he'd try and be sweeter the next time he spoke with
her, which made her roll her eyes. His smirk grew, tacking on
that he'd like to see her blush again, making it known to her
that he had not failed to notice how her cheeks had turned pink
at his earlier compliment. It had been very cute. Leaving her
looking surprised and embarassed, he turned away from her, going
to one of the usual tables that he sat at by the window. There,
he pulled out his laptop, pen, notebook, and other work
documents, needing to get things more in order for his current
client so that he'd be more preparred their next court date. His
client was currently being accused of domestic abuse by his
soon-to-be-ex-wife, and with Holdo backing her, it was making
things difficult, even if her alegations weren't true. He just
had to prove his client's innocence, which hopefully wouldn't be
too difficult. He didn't want this man to lose his son,
especially since it would all be based on lies. This was now
more of a job for a criminal defense lawyer, but thankfully, he
had a bit of training and experience in that line of work, and
he had connections. He began planning out his questions for
cross-examining the plantiff, wanting to do everything he could
to catch this woman in her own lies. Deep in thought and
concentration, tapping his pen absentmindelty against his open
notebook, he didn't even notice Rey approaching him with his
drink until she was beside him and speaking, setting down his
cup that most certainly said Ken instead of Ben. He wouldn't be
surprised if she did that on purpose, but he couldn't be sure.
It was close to Ben. He looked up at her, noticing that she had
dropped her customer service smile completely, clearly not
thrilled to be interacting with him again. He leaned back in his
chair as she told him to let her know if he needed anything
else. He grinned, but as if she knew what he was going to say,
she added to let him know if he needed anything besides a new
flavor of the week. He grinned, a twinkle in his eye. She amused
him, and possibly even intruiged him, which was rare. “You read
my mind. I think that’ll be all for now, then,” he told her,
reaching into his back pocket to take out his wallet again,
glancing at her feet and noticing her shoes as he did so. They
appeared to be handpainted, with things such as sunflowers and
butterflies on them. They were cute, he had to admit, and he had
to wonder if she was the one who painted them. However, he
decided to save that question for another day, having too much
work to tend to at the moment, and he was certain that he'd be
seeing her again so that he could keep up his little game with
her. He pulled a fifty out of his wallet, wanting to be generous
since she had managed to give him some entertainment on a day
that would have been otherwise likely very taxing. “Thank you
for your kind service and thought-provoking words," he said to
her as he held out the fifty, another smirk on his face. “I hope
to see you again very soon, Rey.”[/center]
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REY [4]
By: winterssmary Date: July 2, 2021, 4:51 am
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Rey was used to random men hitting on her when she was out in
public. She was young with an athletic body type and a vagina.
It happened to everyone like that. But she wasn't used to
actually being attracted to the person who made such... forward
comments. Nor was she used to the advanced being so forward.
Usually they were steeped in unavoidable polite conversation in
an effort to trap or trick her somehow. But this man just went
for the kill. She wondered how many times that had worked out
for him. Based on his confidence, probably a decent few. But not
this time. She couldn't help but be irritated when it was
obvious that he didn't care at all about her or any woman. He
didn't think of them as anything more than a tool for his own
pleasure. They weren't people to him, and it rubbed her the
wrong way. So she said a few less-than-nice things, advice about
treating women like they weren't one-size-fits-all and implying
that he didn't have anything. He couldn't have anything real
with that attitude. She knew that much. You can't build a
genuine connection on piss-poor one-liners and meaningless sex.
She noted how his already-fake smile faltered a little bit,
which both delight and scared her. What if he hurt her? It
wouldn't be the first time a man took a swing at her for being a
bit too brash when rejecting their advances. But, instead, he
just went with another quip, saying that she should write all
this down. She rolled her eyes. "You pick-up artists are a
disease," she muttered under her breath. He then shifted to a
slightly more serious tone, explaining that he always got what
he wanted from women, even with how terribly he treated them.
Almost, always. She rejected him, after all. So his method
wasn't exactly fool-proof. He added that he didn't usually get
complaints afterward, a smug grin on his face that made her want
to punch him. "I would think not. It's probably really hard to
hear with your head so far up your ass," she countered. She told
him his total and he had already slid the money to her. She
asked his name, writing down Ken instead of Ben, just to piss
him off. He then said that he'd be sweeter next time, causing
her to roll her eyes. But when he commented on her blush, she
immediately felt embarrassed, ashamed, even. She shouldn't have
blushed when this man complimented her. It didn't mean anything
and he was just a giant prick who wanted to destroy her
self-esteem enough to trick her into having sex with him. She'd
seen it all before. Online, anyway. And in TV shows. She knew
his type. Or archetype, anyway. He set up at his own table,
leaving Rey to her job once more. She immediately felt a sense
of dread when Rose was finished with Ben's cup, meaning that she
had to be the one to deliver it to him. That was the opposite of
what she wanted at the moment, to have to deal with him again.
But she didn't have a choice. And, the quicker she got it over
with, the sooner he would leave. Hopefully. But with the way he
was setting up camp at his window-booth, she doubted it. She
carried his drink over to him, setting it down in front of him,
her voice flat and customer service smile gone entirely. She
said that he could let her know if there was something else he
needed, besides a good lay. He grinned at that, which was
infuriating. He said that she read his mind, but that this would
be all for now. "Glad to hear it," she said, about to turn on
her head and leave before he thanked her for her kind service
and thought-provoking words. He was mocking her. She turned back
to him, ready to give him a piece of her mind before she noticed
that he was holding out money to her. She was shocked for a
second. New Yorkers were notoriously terrible tippers. And she
definitely wasn't expecting anything from the man she rejected
and insulted. Then he said that he hoped to see her again soon,
calling her by her name, an emphasis on it that made her blood
run cold. She went stiff, suddenly feeling uneasy, scared even.
What was he going to do with that information? Was he going to
tell her boss on her? Get her fired? What was he planning? She
stared at the money in front of her. "Is this -," she asked,
carefully plucking the bill from his hand. Fifty dollars? Her
eyes went wide. "You can't be serious," she said quietly. "You
must have grabbed the wrong bill from your wallet," she said,
holding it back out to him. "I can't accept this," she said. It
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[4] BEN
By: Zellaphone Date: July 2, 2021, 9:07 pm
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Perhaps he should have been angrier with the barista behind the
counter. Maybe he should have viewed her comments as rude, told
her that she wasn't being very polite to someone who was a
paying customer, but he didn't. He didn't, and he didn't
necessarily feel that way. Yes, she was making assumptions about
him, telling him that he treated women like meat and that if he
didn't, he could have something, but he found her comments to be
more amusing than anything else. She was so sure of herself,
standing up to him with seemingly little to no fear all because
he had been forward with her. He liked that. The comment about
having something, though, did rub him the wrong way. No, he
didn't have anything real in his life when it came to a
relationship, but that was on purpose. Everything he did was on
purpose. The flirting, the sarcasm, the air of superiority... it
was all just a game, a mask that he wore to keep himself guarded
and keep distance between those he interacted with. He didn't
want to have something. Having something was just setting one's
self up for disappointment, he had learned. It was how all
relationships seemed to go with him, romantic or not. His smile
faultered, but he just slid out another wisecrack, telling her
that she should write down everything she was saying to him,
teasing her, and telling her that she could make millions. She
rolled her eyes, mumbling something that included the word
disease. His smirk grew for a moment, knowing that she was
talking about him before he got a little more serious. He told
her that the way he treated women got him exactly what he
wanted. He flirted with them, seduced them, all without really
getting to know them at all since he didn't want to know them.
He got what he wanted from them, and they got what they had
agreed to or even asked for themselves. It was a win-win with
usually no harm done unless the woman suddenly decided that she
had wanted more than just a one-time thing. He had to add that
how he treated women usually got him what he wanted since, in
this case with the barista, it hadn't. He then added that he
usually didn't hear any complaints afterward either, grinning
smugly. Again, he didn't see any harm in his behavior since harm
was ever rarely done. Rey agreed that he probably didn't hear
any complaints, saying that it was likely hard to with his head
so far up his own ass. Now that was a blatantly rude remark, one
that surprised him, but he chuckled, still highly entertained
with this back and forth she was providing him. He couldn't
remember the last time he had been spoken to like this, but he
certainly hadn't been spoken to in such a way by an employee who
was currently serving him. Most people feared the risk of having
complaints filed against them that lead to termination, but
clearly not her. He found himself being more intrigued by her
every moment that passed, which was a rarity for him. "Touche,"
he said, giving her this one and sliding the money he owed her
over to her right as she gave him his total. She asked for his
name, which he gave to her, looking at her nametag as she
scribbled his name down on his cup. Rey, it read, which he
thought was a unique and beautiful name for a unique and
beautiful girl. It suited her, he thought. He told her that he'd
try to be sweeter to her next time, making her roll her eyes
again before he smoothly added that he'd like to see her blush
again. That got her, he could tell, taking in the look of
surprise and embarrassment on her face before he turned away,
heading to a table by the window. He set up his things, wanting
to start his work for the day even though he wasn't at the
office yet. He was always working, whether it was on the clock
or not, especially when it was for an important case such as
this one. It had started out as just a normal custody battle
case, but now it was, unfortunately, evolving into something
more. During the second court session, the plaintiff decided to
suddenly accuse his client of domestic abuse, making his chances
of winning any sort of custody over his son all the more
difficult in just a matter of seconds. Normally, he could easily
work around such lies, but with Holdo representing the
plaintiff, things weren't as simple. It was why he was having to
meet with his client today for lunch. He needed to question him
as well as assure him that he was going to do everything that he
could to call his soon-to-be-ex-wife out on her lies. The woman
had only set herself up for destruction.
Absorbed in his work already, he didn't even notice Rey coming
over to him until he heard her voice beside him, his coffee
being set down in front of him with the name Ken plainly
scribbled onto it. He stared at it for a brief moment, wondering
if the mistaken name was deliberate or not, but one look at her
and her lack of a customer service-friendly smile let him know
that it was most likely intentional. That was alright. She might
not want to use his real name, but he wanted to use hers, and he
knew it now. He leaned back as she addressed him, telling him to
let her know if he needed anything else. He grinned, about to
teasingly ask her if she had a sister, but as if she read his
mind, she was willing to help him with anything except a good
fuck. His grin widened, loving this little game they had going
on. She could just easily ignore him or not at all encourage
him, but she seemed determined to have the last word. Pulling
out his wallet, he told her that she had read his mind, but he
wouldn't be needing anything from her after all due to her
terms. He pulled out a fifty, feeling generous towards the girl
that had managed to provide him with a distraction from a day
that was already turning out to be rather abhorrent with emails
from his mother and difficult cases, as well as a bit of
entertainment. Sure, she had rejected him, but he could respect
that, especially since she apparently had a boyfriend. He caught
a glimpse of her shoes as he dug through his wallet, noticing
the little sunflowers and butterflies and other designs that
appeared to be handpainted. For a moment, he wondered if she had
been the one to paint them and if she painted anything else, but
he pushed those thoughts aside. He didn't need to get to know
this girl. She would just be the barista that entertained him
with her quick quips against his flirtatious attitude. She told
him that she was glad that he didn't need anything else, and he
thanked her for her kind service and thought-provoking words,
still teasing her before he held the fifty out to her. She
turned back to him, obviously ready to spit her venom at him
before she spotted the money in his hand. She looked surprised,
and he couldn't blame her. New Yorkers were awful tippers, which
was usually why he always tipped generously. Of course, he
rarely ever tipped this generously, but this was a special
occasion. He told her that he hoped to see her again soon,
smirking as he called her by her name and putting emphasis on
it. She looked uneasy for a moment before focusing back on the
money, carefully taking it from his hand. Her eyes widened,
quietly telling him that he couldn't be serious and that he must
have grabbed the wrong bill from his wallet. She then held it
back out to him, declaring that she couldn't accept it. She was
being a bit nicer to him now, he noticed, and while he would
usually attribute that to the money, she was actually trying to
return it to him. That was new for him. “No, that’s the right
bill. And I’m very serious," he assured her, turning back to his
work and not taking the money back from her. “Consider it a
one-time investment in that book you’ll be writing. The one on
how to treat women. Clearly, I’m in need of it," he said with
another amused grin as he began typing up some questions he
would use for his next court date. [/center]
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REY [5]
By: winterssmary Date: July 3, 2021, 5:45 am
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If she thought she could get away with it, Rey might have
punched the handsome man for how forward he was, for how he
talked to her like she was a play-thing of his. She hated how
men like him treated women. She hated the idea that this was a
game to him, that his own sexual desires were more important
than the people that he tooled with. She couldn't stand men like
him, letting him know that early on. He seemed entertained by
that, which was even more infuriating. He wasn't taking her
seriously. Of course he wasn't. Why would he? She was only a
woman, after all. And women weren't meant to be taken seriously,
not by his own standards. She already had a massive judgment
about this man, whether it was right or wrong. It was just easy
to read his type, she supposed. She didn't want to have to deal
with him, but she didn't have a choice. Working in customer
service didn't allot her the privilege of being comfortable
around customers. She had to deal with whoever was willing to
spend money at this particular coffee shop, even if they were
gross and liked to sexually harass waitresses. The only thing
that this man had going for him was the fact that he was
attractive. Most of the people who made advances on Rey or Rose
were gross, much older, and obviously couldn't get a date on
their own merit. Ben didn't seem to have that problem, unless
every woman he met was just repulsed by his personality, which
Rey thought might have been conceivable. She brought his coffee
to him, setting it down in front of him before saying that he
was there if he needed anything, aside from a quick fuck. She
wasn't about that and she would never let a vulgar man like him
touch her. She didn't know that she wanted any man to touch her.
She'd been dating Finn for almost two weeks now and still
cringed at the thought of him kissing her. Ben didn't need
anything from her though, which was a relief. She was about to
leave, but then he held out a dollar bill to her. She was about
to take it with a quick -- but still shocked -- thank you before
he went and opened his damn mouth again. He was teasing her
about her service and her thought-provoking words, obviously
thinking that she was either full of shit or just condescending.
She was neither. She was actually just trying to help him
improve his game, which she might have told him if he didn't
tack on the fact that he'd learned her name. Her blood ran cold,
suddenly scared. Something about that was unnerving, as if he'd
violated her somehow, despite the fact that she was wearing a
nametag and the whole restaurant knew her name. Her eyes widened
when she finally looked at the tip he'd offered her, realizing
that he was giving her fifty dollars. Was he expecting something
from this? Did he suddenly think that she was going to blow him
in the bathroom or something? Wasn't that how this usually
worked? Or he made a mistake and meant to give her something
else. She offered it back to him, saying that this must be a
mistake and that she couldn't accept this, despite the fact that
she needed the money. She needed to be able to eat tonight and
borrow from Rose again was not an option. But, to pay her rent
at Mr. Plutt's house and stock her dorm room with food was
almost impossible. He insisted that he was serious, that he
meant to give her that much money. She didn't believe it. What
did he want from her? Besides sex? This sort of thing always
came with a price and she didn't know that she could pay it. "I-
I don't understand," she said. "I-," she began, about to ask
what he wanted from her before he threw out another tease,
claiming it was a one-time investment in her book on how to
treat women. She rolled her eyes, suddenly deciding that this
man was, indeed, not the nice man she might have mistaken him
for a few seconds ago. He was doing this exclusively to be
shitty. Of course. "I'll be sure to send you an advance copy
once you finally learn to read," she quipped. She tucked the
bill into her pocket, still hesitant, prepared to return it to
him at a moment's notice. When that didn't happen and he didn't
demand something else of her, she let out a sigh. "Thank you for
the tip," she said, a soft, genuine tone to her voice.
Ben left after a little bit and the store started to clear out,
the morning rush finally over. It left Rey and Finn and Rose to
their own devices for a little while, though most of that time
was spent chatting about upcoming assignments, plans for the
Labor Day weekend, and cleaning the restaurant. There was a lot
of sweeping to do after the mess the customers made during the
morning rush hour. She hated that, hated all the straws in the
floor and the crumbs from the muffins and the coffee spills that
no one bothered to tell her about. She hated these people,
truly. It was a sad reality, since Rey tended to actually like
people most of the time. Customer service was turning her bitter
and angry, but what else did anyone expect? People were complete
animals when it came to restaurants and coffee. After some idle
chit-chat about their senior year and all that they planned to
do, the store started to pick up again, it getting dangerously
close to the lunch rush. Luckily, they didn't serve real meals
here, so they didn't get as many customers as a lot of other
places got, but the coffee and the pastries were enough to bring
in a light crowd around noon every single day. This was no
exception, causing Rey to have to balance her time between
standing at the register and running orders. It was still easier
than the early morning rush, but not as fun as relaxing when no
one was bothering her. After a few moments, she noticed a man
coming in, looking rather tired and unhappy. She wondered what
his problem was, wondered what was bothering him so much today.
She felt genuinely bad for him, noting an obvious pain and fear
in his eyes, as if his entire world were about to be taken from
him. She didn't know his life. Perhaps it was. "Welcome to Koko
Java. How can I help you?" she said to the man. Before he could
respond, he was approached by another figure, this one
significantly more familiar. She would recognize that broad form
and dark hair anywhere. "Oh. It's you again," she said to Ben,
already unhappy with this. She was convinced that he did this
just to bother her, to get on her nerves and make her as nervous
and scared as possible. It was working and it had only been a
few hours. But, maybe she should take it easier on him, even for
just a moment. He did pay for her dinner for the next week,
after all. "What can I do for you, Ben? Black coffee with
espresso and hazelnut?" she asked, remembering his fairly
distinct order from this morning. [/center]
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