Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 20:47:20 GMT
Gage sits in the coffee shop, the sky outside bleak and grey. A nearby highway is visible through the large bay windows at the front with the passing cars all strolling by on their way to the next hour of their lives. At his table he faces the center of the coffee shop, the table backed up to a wall where he can see two guy that have just gotten out of the gym talking about something, to low and quiet to make out the details. The coffee shop is well lit in the front the white light of the day keeping everything bright while the farther back you get into the single store the more yellow the lighting gets from the yellow incandescent lights overhead. The walls are also lit, wavy bars holding small bulbs like spotlights to shine on the patrons underneath. Everything in the store is almost rustic, the furniture and tables all a stained wood with old steel piping holding up the shelving on the walls.
At the counter a small selection of pastries and drinks are on sale with a coffee menu hung over the back wall with drinks that hint at living a 'healthy' life style. Gage himself was uninterested in that nonsense, his belief that health was more effort than diet having gotten this far. That was not to say that he had nothing that he needed to work on though, a diet could really do nothing but good for him if he could just find the effort to follow through and put that damn package of ramen away at night. In the back of the store a large one way mirror acted as the window to the staff office, the lighting in the coffee shop not quite bright enough to keep any patrons from looking into the office effectively defeating the need of the mirror overall.
In the front of the store stands a small tree no more than six foot high, the heavy assortment of ornaments making it seem more like a stick with a large amount of decorations that also happened to have a few pine needles on it. A couple of women enter the shop letting in a gust of cold winter air, the breeze carrying over his arms and legs giving him a small surge of consciousness as he almost mindlessly looks around the coffee shop. One woman is older, most likely late thirties, and dressed for the weather while the second appears to be her daughter, no more than twenty. They met with a single young man in the back of the shop sitting at his own table. He is either another child of the woman or he is the significant other of the younger female, but their apparent distant behavior makes them seem more like siblings than partners.
Outside a man walks by, passing by as he heads on his way to the gym next door, a phone held to his ear as he talks to some unknown person. A short cropped haircut makes him seem more business orientated as the town as a whole has a visible dividing line between higher end workaholics and lower class blue collar laborers. None of this seems important to Gage as his face was still coming down from being numb. His morning had started off with two hearty drinks of cake vodka mixed with orange and pineapple juice. His stomach still burns as the feeling of alcohol passing though his system gives his head a small ache, the dehydration making him a pinch irritable. His detachment from everyone else at least leaves him safe from getting annoyed with the other patrons.
There is one thing that he would like to change: the seats that the shop supplies are crafted from hard wood, epoxied and sanded so that they are aesthetically pleasing but unusually uncomfortable. The bench he is situated in arches sharply upward as it aligns against the wall. The wood is stained a dark brown to match the natural stain of the building and the soft scent of the coffee grains coming from the counter.
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At the counter a small selection of pastries and drinks are on sale with a coffee menu hung over the back wall with drinks that hint at living a 'healthy' life style. Gage himself was uninterested in that nonsense, his belief that health was more effort than diet having gotten this far. That was not to say that he had nothing that he needed to work on though, a diet could really do nothing but good for him if he could just find the effort to follow through and put that damn package of ramen away at night. In the back of the store a large one way mirror acted as the window to the staff office, the lighting in the coffee shop not quite bright enough to keep any patrons from looking into the office effectively defeating the need of the mirror overall.
In the front of the store stands a small tree no more than six foot high, the heavy assortment of ornaments making it seem more like a stick with a large amount of decorations that also happened to have a few pine needles on it. A couple of women enter the shop letting in a gust of cold winter air, the breeze carrying over his arms and legs giving him a small surge of consciousness as he almost mindlessly looks around the coffee shop. One woman is older, most likely late thirties, and dressed for the weather while the second appears to be her daughter, no more than twenty. They met with a single young man in the back of the shop sitting at his own table. He is either another child of the woman or he is the significant other of the younger female, but their apparent distant behavior makes them seem more like siblings than partners.
Outside a man walks by, passing by as he heads on his way to the gym next door, a phone held to his ear as he talks to some unknown person. A short cropped haircut makes him seem more business orientated as the town as a whole has a visible dividing line between higher end workaholics and lower class blue collar laborers. None of this seems important to Gage as his face was still coming down from being numb. His morning had started off with two hearty drinks of cake vodka mixed with orange and pineapple juice. His stomach still burns as the feeling of alcohol passing though his system gives his head a small ache, the dehydration making him a pinch irritable. His detachment from everyone else at least leaves him safe from getting annoyed with the other patrons.
There is one thing that he would like to change: the seats that the shop supplies are crafted from hard wood, epoxied and sanded so that they are aesthetically pleasing but unusually uncomfortable. The bench he is situated in arches sharply upward as it aligns against the wall. The wood is stained a dark brown to match the natural stain of the building and the soft scent of the coffee grains coming from the counter.
