Post by jack thomas santon on Jan 16, 2012 4:40:58 GMT -5
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Jack glanced around the room in wonder. Despite all his years at UCC, the brunette couldn't really get over the amazing interior design jobs all the restaurants, cafes, and shops had done on them. Currently, Jack was in one of the lesser known cafes opened toward the end of the campus by the warehouses. Why was he there? Well, he didn't exactly know. He'd come with some UCC money and some money on his card in case he spent all of one of the currencies but he highly doubted that would happen.
Out of sheer curiosity (and maybe some boredom), Jack had wandered around the UCC campus until he'd come across this cafe. The cafe he worked at was the writer's cafe and he only worked on Mondays and Tuesdays when he didn't have any classes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the little cafe had a 50's malt shop type theme going on and he'd quickly claimed a big old booth, feeling a bit out of place because he was one of few patrons there.
Jack yawned and stretched out in his spot, taking in the cheerful three workers and the other patrons. He thought he recognized one of the women but he wasn't sure if they knew each other or not and Jack wasn't really up for asking. Jack yawned again and slid from the booth, stumbling into a near by table when he caught his footing. He wasn't surprised (but was thoroughly annoyed) when he and the table toppled to the ground.
"Ow," he grumbled, laying there for a moment. He gingerly touched his fingers to his right hip that had taken most of the fall and winced. "Goddamnit! Just what I freakin' needed."
Jack glanced around the room in wonder. Despite all his years at UCC, the brunette couldn't really get over the amazing interior design jobs all the restaurants, cafes, and shops had done on them. Currently, Jack was in one of the lesser known cafes opened toward the end of the campus by the warehouses. Why was he there? Well, he didn't exactly know. He'd come with some UCC money and some money on his card in case he spent all of one of the currencies but he highly doubted that would happen.
Out of sheer curiosity (and maybe some boredom), Jack had wandered around the UCC campus until he'd come across this cafe. The cafe he worked at was the writer's cafe and he only worked on Mondays and Tuesdays when he didn't have any classes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the little cafe had a 50's malt shop type theme going on and he'd quickly claimed a big old booth, feeling a bit out of place because he was one of few patrons there.
Jack yawned and stretched out in his spot, taking in the cheerful three workers and the other patrons. He thought he recognized one of the women but he wasn't sure if they knew each other or not and Jack wasn't really up for asking. Jack yawned again and slid from the booth, stumbling into a near by table when he caught his footing. He wasn't surprised (but was thoroughly annoyed) when he and the table toppled to the ground.
"Ow," he grumbled, laying there for a moment. He gingerly touched his fingers to his right hip that had taken most of the fall and winced. "Goddamnit! Just what I freakin' needed."
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