Behind the curtains production was under wraps. The espresso was sapping out the filter like baum sap whereas the silver canister spieled fluffiest of whip cream on oben, nach oben of the freshest coffee in the city of Emerald. Spit-shine shoes tapped to the beat of the crowds bustling mummers. Hips clad in well-fitted hose, lange hosen swayed along with the smooth dissonance of the plucking bass. Upon entry it was the embodiment of chaos surely to run a slicking stun upwards of any spin the Katzen dragged in. Yet just as the cloying essences tease their taste buds until they were begging for me like a porn star, sterne oder when the clear, bone-rattling brass buzz with passion leaping off their tongue, licking the hidden Jazz star, sterne to life in the newcomer soul.

“Please give a hand to Miss. Aria!” The MC clapped her hands while she made way across the stage. Heels clopping against the ebony stage but scrap as she twisted her hips to face the thirsty crowd, she face gleamed with joy when she announces the Weiter line-up of entertainment.

Pure charisma ignored Von the rushing waiter elbowing his way to the thick crowd, he tried to get back to the safety of the counter. The long, cool surface fenced to keep the employees from the sometimes-vicious mob. Popping like a weasel, the purple scarf was freed from grubby hands. Jealous was Mehr like it, he thought.

Sighing, he slips to the other side of the counter, regrouping with his fellow mates. In unison they began to take their breaks, there wasn’t any point, the herd shuffle to the front. Sitting on oben, nach oben of the stool, he peaked over the stacks of ingredients just to sneak a glimpse of the füchsin, vixen in monochrome. The thick blonde hair slap over her shoulders, oh, how the waiter shivered at the thought of running his fingers through. Twirling the locks over and over again while those hips trapped in the slimmest pencil rock set on oben, nach oben of him. Her leather gloves snapping in common time, her ruby lips barely moving,” A 1,2,3,4.”

She slide off the stool, her lips forming words but vocals producing Von the hands of the angels,” Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear.” She teases with such expertise. Holding the value of each note to the point her audience is begging for more. “And it shows them... pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe.”

Reality snatches him back with his pocket vibrating with a message waiting to be heard. The waiter forcefully pulled his attention away from the siren and pull out his phone.

“Nice work, Aria. Hope to see Du again tomorrow.” Another waiter called out, to the passing bass Queen. Glancing up momentarily, the waiter notice Aria was leaving with some fellow in shades and a killer smile to make any woman swoon. Close behind the pair, was another man in shades.

“London, it was swell hanging with you, but it’s obvious Du need to hang something else tonight!” His voice boomed like a baritone.

“It quite seems like that, Charm. Until Weiter time.”

The pair patted backs and part ways, leaving a hefty tip where they stalked. Another vibrates emerged and again, the waiter was brought back. He opens up the message, huh? It was from one of his Internet chums: OneHeart-OneSky otherwise Vash. A cute kid with a nice smile and a body of a female, he would hit it but for one: Vash has certain “care taker,” scratch that, bodyguards. To oben, nach oben it off, one of his caretakers was like a one-man army; it bugs the waiter that he didn’t have the physique. Hell, he was older than the “punk” Von a whole year! Plus, he just doesn’t like fooling around with virgins.

“Jeremy, I got Lost while getting there.”

“Jeremy! Jeremy!”

His chuckles were overlapped Von the exploding applause, Jeremy checked the time since he had it out. Almost Ten. Time to clock out, but before then scarf lover texted his Lost pup.

“Wow Du really are horrible with directions! LMAO. I’ll meet Du up at the cafe Du loser before Du get rape oder something. oder Mehr Lost THAN Du ALREADY ARE.”

In a matter of seconds, Vash already responded but it was left unread. Jeremy was slipping off his attire and already slipping out the door, waving his hand to his graveyard workers. Jeremy snuggled into his blazer, pulling his scarf to cover his mouth as he speed through the damp streets. His glasses occasionally fogged, taking them off he speed-walk blind as he cleans them.

“OOOFF!”

“Nyeh!”

Gibberish flew out of the wind as he body collides with another.

“Sorry, I was got distracted with my… Oh, hello there.” The frame slide up on his nose, Jeremy caught yet another victim of his distraction. “Let me help you.” Jeremy brought his hand out waiting for the woman to grip his hand.

“Don’t be sorry, mistake happen!” She clasps the shaken hand and with ease she popped right onto her toes. She brushes off her bright erbse mantel just like the smile that tattooed her smooth cheeks. Yet, her smile shadows her red mantel effortlessly when she finally notice whom exactly she bumped into. “Jeremy!”

Jumping she leeched onto him, hugging and swinging her hiked up legs while she held for dear life onto Jeremy’s shoulders.

“Fiona, what are Du doing out?”
Carefully, Jeremy post Fiona onto the ground. Then he quickly straightens out his blazer and waited for an answer.

“Late night stroll! I absolutely love, love, Liebe the sky after a rainstorm!” She giggled with Glee practically leaping off the tip of her tongue and dancing with Jeremy’s emotions. “What are Du doing, bud?” Fionna swung her hips vorwärts-, nach vorn causing the tips of her hair to brush ever so slightly against her lowly back; she punctured each word with a jab at his chest.

“Work and Vash came from that haystack of a state for Thanksgiving.”

“Oh my glub, really? How come he didn’t tell me anything!” Fiona executed a pout and a kreuz of her arms.

“He sagte it was a last Minute thing, don’t take it up the butt Fi. Vash is well, Vash.” Jeremy shrugged at his commentary. “Wanna tag along, Fi?”

“Yes! I haven’t Vashe in ages!” She jumped up and down like a kid going to Disneyland. “Were are we meeting him at?”

“At the cafe, where else?”

Where else, indeed? This cafe wasn’t just your everyday cafe; this grand “A” coffee brewer is where bonds made of steel were made. oder at least that’s what Vash believed. He sat awkwardly Von the window, occasionally moving about making his butt to sink further into the vinyl embedding. He sighed into his coffee before taking a sip. Vash had a lot going in his mind at the moment: Dealing with his Father and Mother’s shenanigans, Olivier and Russ’ teasing but most of all, figuring out who Pow—

“Vash!!” Shoes squeaked down the walkway with her voice fading as she descends the path. In the end, Fiona tossed her hands over Vash’s shoulder and brought him in the warmest hug he hasn’t experience in awhile. However, despite knowing Fiona for years it still felt weird hugging her. Which is why Vash normally push her away Von the 5-second mark.

“Don’t forget about me Du peasants,” Jeremy announced, slipping down the red rubber.

“Jeremy! Say sorry, that’s just plain rude!” Fiona demanded, releasing Vash from her grasp.

“It’s fine!” Vash raised his hands in defense, honestly that wasn’t mean at all. He was called worst. “How about we order?”

Nodding in unison, the heat died down between the two swimmers. However, Fiona kept the warmth of her sing-songy voice in tune the whole conversation. Her words endless as well as Jeremy blunt commentary but each time Vash would always stop the feud before it erupts to something else. He doesn’t mind though, in fact he enjoys it.

“Fi, Du honestly believe Aquaman is the best?” Jeremy huffed, taking another bite of his scone. “It’s all about Green Arrow.”

“Aquaman is ten timers kühler than that Arrow head!” She slammed her muffin onto the table.

Quickly Vash cupped his coffee at the sudden jerk of the table. He watches idly at the pair squaring off at who’s the best and who’s the lamest. Vash just smiled through it all, heh… It felt strange, smiling for no reason and it actually hurt a little. Hiking up the corners of his lip, revealing his buckteeth to the world without the sensation of regret. Vash lifted the porzellan cup into the air and brought it to his lips, taking in the silky brew down his throat. The heat took a nosedive into his stomach, creating an explosion of warmth throughout his body. He sighed at the feeling, Vash looked underneath his eyelashes to see the pair finally backing down. To his left, Fiona was fixing the golden ring encircled across her forehead. In front of him, Jeremy tossed his purple scarf over his shoulder and took another bite of his scone. Habitually, Vash gripped the S-shield symbol underneath his coat. All fondle items were gifts from one and another: Vash and Fiona knitted the scarf, Jeremy and Vash combine some there cash to be Fiona her golden tiara, and Jeremy and Fiona brought Home the S-Shield from their Comic-Con trip for Vash. Every since receiving the object, they would wear it all the time, as a mark of their friendship.

One wouldn’t these three wouldn’t be as great of Friends at first glance: Jeremy’s snarky remarks and total elitist attitude, Fiona’s everlasting bubbly personality and Vash’s well, “Vashyness.” Yet, if someone were to guess they were friends, they somehow always guess right when it came to how they meet: Over the Internet and planned to meet in this very cafe.

“Is that Russ’ jacket?” Jeremy pointed with his extruding pinky before taking a sip of his tea.

“Yeah, he’s letting me borrow it while I’m here.” Vash admitted.

“Vash!” Fiona randomly burst, flailing her arms around Vash’s shoulders. “You didn’t tell me Du and Russ were dating! Finally he took my advice!”

“Were not dating!” Fiona was pushed aside Von Vash’s defensive tune. “Wha—what do Du mean he took your advice?”

“Glub.” She peeped and quickly indulged herself into her neglected muffin.

“In my school, that’s a sign of two people dating.” Jeremy injected.

Suddenly Vash blush madly, him and Russ! No, that’s crazy talk! Vash replied,” I think every school is like that but that doesn’t mean we’re dating, he’s like a… bro.” He took his final sip of his coffee, trying to force down the idea of “bro.”

“Heh.” He frowned, placing his cup down. “Are those bullies still taunting you?” Jeremy eyed Vash’s fading bruises. “Why haven’t Russ done anything?” His voice was edge with obvious disgust in every syllable of his words.

“I hate Du seeing Du like this, Vash.” Fiona entangled Vash in her arms, snuggling with everything she has.” Du know if Jeremy and me went to your school we would set them straight! Pow, Pow! AquaArrow 1: Bullies zip zap noda!”

“You guys… Du don’t have to…” Russ removed himself and slump his head against the window. “Russ does help, but… but they harass me when he’s not around.”

Jeremy started to grind his teeth in frustration even Fiona was beginning to drop her glee. Both already knew and didn’t need to remind Vash that Russ is in his senior year, whereas Vash’s bullies are only Juniors. They don’t know how many times they tried to convince him to go to school here in Seattle instead of Kansas, but he always rejects the idea.

“I hardly get along with my mom even Von just talking to her through the phone, plus I doubt she’ll let me on the computer as much as my dad does and make mention all those abendessen parties she’ll force me to go.”

Sighing at their combined defeat, Fiona decided to lighten up the atmosphere,” if it’s not Russ, is there anybody on your mind?” She nudged him with an elbow, “I can promise Du there’s one on mine!”

“Wh—What?!” Jeremy nearly drowns in his tee at the Fiona’s claims.

“I do but it’s not…” He couldn’t follow through the lie.

“Well, what’s his name?” Fiona leaned in anticipation.

“Yeah, what is his name?” Jeremy directed his Frage elsewhere.

Removing his head from the window, Vash looked each of them dead in the eye,” Power Lad.”