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[duplicities]

[ natasha is actually out and about today. at the moment she's picking up a coffee, obvious impatience on her face as she waits for it to be ready. ]

I've never had much patience for incompetance. At this rate, I could have grown the beans and brewed it myself.

[ there's an indignant sound from behind the counter. natasha raises an eyebrow, challenging, before disconnecting the feed. ]

ooc | natasha's cursed! feel free to bump into her or reply here at your own risk.

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And you'd have a plantation worker's tan.

[Chase just happens to be next in line - though somehow getting served first - and he reaches over Natasha to grab a sizeable handful of sugar packets.]

On second thoughts, might be a bad idea with your colouring.

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[ so irritated, chase how did you get served first. natasha gives the employee behind the counter the most withering of looks. ]

I don't tan.

[ she just burns 8c ]

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[He nods, with a smile that might be deliberately antagonising.]

That was my point.

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[ oooh you in danger girl ]

Any other helpful points to make?

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Your time might be better spent abusing whoever pissed in your cereal this morning.

[This with a little shrug. And then he points toward the counter she's momentarily turned her back on.]

And your coffee's getting cold.

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Typical.

[ it just figures the minute she looks away from the counter... ]

And as charming as that turn of phrase is, no one pissed in my cheerios. I simply dislike being kept waiting.

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Cereal. Assigning you a particular brand would be presumptuous of me.

[Chase isn't cursed, incidentally. He's this much of a smartarse quite naturally. One depositing six packets of sugar into his coffee and licking the stirrer like a heathen.]

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[ disgusted expression. chase what are you even. ]

How can you stand that much sugar?

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Night shifts. [The disgust isn't at all offputting.] Hard to stand without it.

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You'd think the caffeine would be enough.

[ eugh ]

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That is - what we could call - an exaggeration.

[ Don't mind Eames, browsing through the pre-made sandwiches they offer next to the line, a packet of grounds tucked under his arm. ]

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How kind of you to point that out.

[ seriously what is taking so long back there. 8| ]

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Only as kind of you to belittle the people making your beverage.

[ Gurl you're gonna end up with spit in your drink if you don't calm down. Eames, in lieu of the wait-time, decides to simply pick up a bottle of pre-chilled coffee and milk, purchasing it alongside his sandwich and grounds. He flashes the girl at the register a small quirk of his mouth. ]

We all know a good coffee takes at least more than half a minute.

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Do we? I wasn't aware you were such an expert.

[ natasha picks at the wrapping on her own sandwhich, probably because tapping hre fingers on the counter has lost its charm. ]

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Perhaps they want to make yours extra special for their favourite patron?

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[ unimpressed ]

Enjoying yourself?

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Not as much as I could be.

[ Brow quirk. ]

[punchedhitler]

You could have always come over. The machine at home doesn't speak French anymore.

NO SHE CAN'T BE MEAN TO STEVE IT'S LKE KICKING A PUPPY

[duplicities]

And Tony hasn't boobytrapped it in some other way?

IT IS.

[punchedhitler]

Well, Bucky shot the one that Tony rebuilt.

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And that didn't discourage him. Typical.

[punchedhitler]

Oh, well, I guess not.