Grab My Cup Of Caffeine [Brent, Open]

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #585858; border-left: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-right: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-bottom: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-top: #dd6688 4px dotted;padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] if the clouds were singing a song The people of the town hadn't been all that stingy today with their loose change, much to Alex's joy. He put it to the weather - which had been rather outstanding today. It was sunny and almost happy, making the young man feel right at home with his acoustic. Today had been one of those days where he'd felt like he'd been playing for himself, more than for others. He'd enjoyed himself thoroughly, something that had found itself reflected in his "earnings". Out of all the cafés he'd visited for his daily midday dose of caffeine, this one had to be Alex's preferred one. The coffee was great, wasn't too hard on the wallet and it was rather snug inside. Shame he couldn't bring his cat, Tootie, here. Knowing her she was probably stalking and harassing a flock of birds down by the park or something anyway, not missing her owner in the slightest. She was very independent and always turned up around dinnertime by where Alex parked his cherry coloured camper van. "Hm... I'll play your favorite tune for a coffee, guapo." Alex winked at the man tending to the counter. He delved in his pocket anyway for a small fistful of change that jingled and jangled merrily. Flashing the worker a smile, he began to sift through the coins for his coffee, slowly though, just in case his offer of a song worked. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it didn't. You wouldn't know unless you tried. [/style] i'd sing along, wouldn't you too? tagged: brent!open! notes: yay! outfit: clicky!

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent's life was hard. Today was one of those 'I actually have to do something more than just sit around and pretend to clean tables' days since there were actually a fair few customers popping in and out today. Brent'd had to make far too many coffees. He didn't understand how people could even drink that shit, Brent had enough trouble trying not to gag at the smell of it. Well, he was working in a cafe that was well-known for it's apparently 'great' coffees. When another man entered the cafe with his guitar, Brent leant against the counter with a smile, ready to serve him. What a surprise, another person after coffee. But, in exchange for a song? Well, Brent could hardly say no to that, could he? It would delay the time until he'd have to make another coffee. Or injure himself again. Or break something. Honestly, Brent was pretty surprised that he hadn't got sacked yet for just being such an incompetent worker. "Weeell..." Brent smirked, raising an eyebrow at the younger man, "I suppose I'll have to say yes. You know Fall Out Boy, right? Wait, wait. Lemme rephrase that, if you don't know Fall Out Boy you may as well get outta here and hope we never meet again. Honestly, some girl came in once and didn't know who they were so I refused to serve her and then caused a massive scene... it was hilarious. Even if I nearly lost my job. But, anyway, FOB? You have to know FOB."

[/color] Brent rambled on, grinning widely by the time he'd finished speaking, a hopeful look in his eyes. He wasn't obsessed at all. No way. [/div][/style]

 

TAG: Alex, open! NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky!

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[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #585858; border-left: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-right: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-bottom: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-top: #dd6688 4px dotted;padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] if the clouds were singing a song This man was... passionate about Fall Out Boy by the sound of it. He'd actually risked his job just because a girl hadn't ever heard of them? Ouch. Harsh. Good thing Alex wasn't about to bear witness to a repeat of that little spectacle. The man had his hands raised, palms up and facing the worker in almost a defensive manner, but with a grin stretching his pink lips. "Tranquilo. I know Fall Out Boy." The young man chuckled lightly. He not only knew about them but he also listened. His passenger's seat, when he was on the road, was strewn with CDs. Somewhere in that pile he had at least one album of theirs. At least. Alex wasn't even sure himself what he had in there. "If I do it good... do I get a doughnut thrown in with the coffee?" Alex asked with a wink as he slid round the hard case, patterned with stickers and scribbles with sharpie, all memories from his travels, all having a story to tell. The young sprite clicked open the case and slid out his acoustic with a fond smile. So he was getting a free coffee, it wouldn't hurt to push for a doughtnut to go with it, would it? Not in Alex's eyes. He was confident in his musical ability. "Would What A Catch Donnie be coffee-worthy?" Alex asked, knowing the answer would probably be a yes. He let his eyes fall to the... pink apron the guy was wearing. That was, uh, highly effeminate. Even for Alex's taste. And that was saying something. [/style] i'd sing along, wouldn't you too? tagged: brent!open! notes: yay! outfit: clicky!

[chase michael jackson]

Chase was at another day of work. He got tired of doing the same thing day after boring day. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat dinner, play drums, read until he falls asleep. It got boring and tedious. Chase wanted something different. He wanted to be different. He wanted friends to hang out with on the nights he didn't have to work in the morning. He wanted a social life. He never had that. He couldn't blame anyone. He had more emotional baggage than anyone his age. Granted no one knew about his awful past. He never bothered to tell anyone because he never got close to anyone enough to tell them.

He took a deep sigh as he looked over at Brent, the other employee working right now. It was rather busy a few minutes ago so they had both had to make coffee's. Although it had calmed down some, there were still people in the cafe, and one man obviously trying to win a coffee by playing a song. Who was Chase to judge. He didn't honestly care that Brent would give someone a free coffee just for playing a song, besides for the obvious fact they weren't supposed to do that.

Chase had been trying not to laugh at Brent's apron the entire day so far. It was... so girly. Chase wouldn't have pegged Brent for one to swing that way before he saw that. It was amusing and made Chase's day by far. Chase had ditched his apron the moment he could. He never liked those things. It wasn't like they really needed them anyways.

This guy was trying to get more than just a coffee out of Brent though... he was trying to get a doughnut too! The little scam artist. Chase knew Brent loved music, everyone that worked there or ever talked to Brent knew that. It was something Chase admired, actually. Chase loved music as well. He'd been playing the drums for a long time. It was one of his passions, along with animals. He loved the wildlife. Chase wasn't sure what to do, however. Did he step in and stop it? Did he just let it go on? Chase wasn't exactly good with people. He walked over to them anyways.

"Uhm. Is everything okay here?"

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[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as he discovered that this guy did actually know Fall Out Boy so he wouldn't have to go and kick him out. Well, Brent didn't know if he'd actually go as far as kicking him out. He'd probably just get Chase to serve him instead, and make sure he paid for his coffee. At least he wouldn't have to now though. Now this guy was after a doughnut too? He was pushing his luck a little by this point and Brent knew he'd probably have to say no but... gah, Fall Out Boy. He couldn't bring himself to get all bossy and actually do his job properly for once in his life. "Okay, okay. Fine, you can get a doughnut too, because I'm nice." Brent laughed, "And that'd definitely be coffee-worthy, I think." Brent noticed that Chase was walking over to them now. He wasn't sure if he was going to okay with Brent giving out free coffees and doughnuts to people that would play him Fall Out Boy songs. "Yup, everything is way more than okay. Everything is fantastic. This young sir here was just gonna play me a song. For no reason. No wait... because I asked him to. Yeah, I asked him."

[/color] Brent directed his beam at Chase this time. Only a complete idiot was going to fall for that lie but, hey, it was worth a shot. [/div][/style]

 

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[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #585858; border-left: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-right: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-bottom: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-top: #dd6688 4px dotted;padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] if the clouds were singing a song Success! Free doughnut! Alex's day was looking even brighter now. It was funny how such a seemingly insignificant thing, like a baked treat, brought him so much joy. It was the simple things that brought smiles on his face, forget your expensive toys and high-tech gadgets, give Alex a yo-yo and he'd be entertained for hours. The young sprite joined in with Brent's laughter. "Yeah, you're a sweetheart." He set the guitar strap on his shoulders and gave the instrument an experimental strum just when another worker from the café had given into his curiosity. Alex was drawing a handsome crowd. Sweet! "Young sir?" Alex covered his mouth with his fingers and stifled a giggle. Sir was so old-sounding. Ew! "C-Call me Alex, yeah? Or Jay? Jay's good." Want my number to go with that? He was tempted to add. But, nah. Best get that coffee and doughnut first before he started anything like that. Just because Brent wore the girliest apron he'd ever laid eyes on didn't necessarily mean he batted for his team. "Come listen as well, guapo. You look like you could sit down for a moment." Alex winked at him. That guy had some really nice eyes on him. He forced himself to look away once he was certain that he'd held his gaze for a moment too long, and focused his attention on his guitar which he began to tune down to drop D. He strummed a few chords and, pleasantly satisfied with how it sounded, looked back up at the men. "Okay then... this is for you Brentie." Alex cleared his throat and wriggled his fingers, pushing his calloused fingertips into the strings and pick coming down to sound the first opening chord to the song: "I got troubled thoughts. And the self-esteem to match... What a catch, what a catch..." [/style] i'd sing along, wouldn't you too? tagged: brent!open! notes: yay! outfit: clicky!

[chase michael jackson]

Chase stuffed his hands in his front pockets as he listened to Brent lie through his teeth. Obviously he knew what the other man was trying to do and obviously it had worked on Brent. Was Chase that much of a snitch that he would go tell on Brent? The dude had never done anything to him all the time they worked together... it wasn't worth it. It was one order. They had given away bigger orders when they messed them up and the customers yelled. He took a deep sigh before answering Brent. "I know you're lying... but it's fine. Not like I'm going to yell."

[/b] He wasn't now at least... Brent didn't need to know he had planned on yelling when he came over.

He turned to face the man with the guitar, who just introduced himself as Alex, as he talked about playing guitar. That was sweet. Chase played the drums, but it wasn't like he could bring those places and just play them for free stuff. Chase wondered if Alex did this to every place he went. Probably. He looked like he was used to scamming people. Chase forgot all about that when he started playing though because fuck he was actually good. Chase loved Fall Out Boy. Even if he didn't love them he would have been forced to love them by working with Brent. The man was kind of addicted to them and you didn't need to know and talk to him a lot to know that. It was kind of hilarious to a point. Chase had liked Fall Out Boy before he met Brent though. He liked that kind of music in general.

Chase waited for the song to be over with before he smiled at Alex, who was definitely gay by the looks of him and the way he winked... and just his aura around him. He was flamboyantly gay. Chase thought about saying he was gay.... but what if Alex was just an extremely girly straight man? Plus he didn't think Brent knew Chase was gay. He didn't act like he was. Not like most gays did. He acted normal for the most part. His gay side only came out when he was around people he trusted, which wasn't very many people. In fact... it wasn't exactly anyone at all. "You're pretty good, uhm. Jay."[/b] Chase told the man, smiling widely at him from next to Brent behind the counter.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent let out an excited squeal just before Alex started to play. Yeah, maybe he was one of those majorly over-obsessive people when it came to Fall Out Boy. Hello, there was some random guy in the cafe about to play a FOB song for him. He was spreading Fall Out Boy awareness. Somewhere, he couldn't help but picture Patrick, Pete, Andy and Joe praising him for his awesome work. He was so in love with those for men, it was unreal. He was sure they'd actually be more creeped out than pleased with him for everything he'd done. Alex was actually really, really awesome. It was a truly great cover he was doing. Like... his musical awesomeness and general talent was rivalling Brent's own here. Now, that wasn't something that Brent could admit to himself often. But this time, with FOB involved too, he guessed that he could make an exception for this guy. Brent shot Chase a look of disbelief before grabbing his arm and giving it a light shake. "Pretty good? He's fucking awesome!" Brent grinned before looking back at Alex, "You, my friend, are getting free coffees forever. I mean it." [/style]   TAG: Alex, Chase! NOTES: halfasleep OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp