Smoke Break [Jen]

[vriska serket]

Alternia Café had two things going for it: Free wi-fi and a loose smoking policy. Currently, Vriska was making liberal use of both, taking up most of one table with books, a laptop and a cup of coffee she'd had to threaten and fight for while the vacant, be-dreadlocked server tried to wrap his head around the fact that yes, the menu did include something other than that Faygo shit they so enthusiastically peddled to the lowblood masses. She'd very briefly considered trying to order a slice of cake before realizing that no matter what she said they would unfailingly bring out one of the hundred different kinds of pie they had on offer, each of them more toxic than the other.

She took a deep drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke with immense satisfaction. A human shot her a frustrated look. Vriska just smiled, daring him to do something. He got up and left. Coffee, entomological research journals, funny pictures, cigarettes and the frustration of other people. Vriska cackled to herself and stirred her coffee. Definitely worth the trip.

[Jen Renalds]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][STYLE=float:right; border-right:10px solid #282828; border-left:10px solid #66aabb; border-bottom:10px solid #66aabb; border-top:#282828; background-color:#282828; width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:10px][/style][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#282828; padding:10px, bTable] [STYLE=padding:10px; background-color:#eeeeee; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; border:10px solid #66aabb] Jen grinned to herself today. She held a large cup of a Faygo Suicide, also known as the best fucking soft drink in the universe. All the Faygos. All of them. In one drink, all meshed together like some kind of miracle. She took a large swig of this fine fantastical drink and smacked her lips as the tangy overly-sweet-and-caffeine-filled drink dazzled her taste buds. Ah, the bliss of weekends. Saturdays were the best days, by a very long shot. Her legs were stretched out under the table, propped up by the chair adjacent to her's as Jen sat her sweet, sweet soda down and took a bite out of some Granny Smith Apple Pie before her. Beside it was a double chocolate brownie filled with little chunks of milk chocolate and a Red Velvet Cupcake, delicacies soon to be devoured by the teenager with a sweet tooth. Damn this cafe, and how it knew all of her weak spots. Although, she had to admit, the stench of secondhand smoke was suffocating. She grimaced slightly as she spotted a troll off a few tables away smoking, but kept her mouth shut. they could do whatever the hell they wanted, she didn't care. as long as she can wash her clothes and take a shower when she walks into the doors of her house, everything was fine in the smoke-filled world. Jen yawned. She had woken up way to early this morning... what time was it? Eleven? Ten, even? She should be asleep until two, at least. With a slight grumble, she grasped her huge plastic cup of diabetes and chugged down another slurp or two. [/style][STYLE=background-color:#282828; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#66aabb; text-align:center; padding-top:10px;]275 words with vio/vriska, template by oxymoron of btn[/style]