Zoie - Kiva Times/Log

Zoie enters into the shop all bubbly and happy. She's humming the little diddy known as 'You are my Sunshine.' It might be hard to know if one didn't know the song. Her green eyes sweep the place as she bounces in.

And into the room walks Weston, looking tense as always, and of course goes for the first thing to make him even more tense: coffee! People aren't really good at making these sorts of decisions about personal health, are they? At any rate, the guy leans over the counter with his back straight and stiff, forking over the usual couple of bucks for the usual service with a smile of barely-contained terror. He spots the folks sitting at the table and decides to head over, waving stiffly. "Got my results in. Passed the GED," he tells them with a smile, though Barb gets the look reserved for strangers. He turns around when he hears 'You Are My Sunshine' though, and his eyebrows go up, as if he weren't expecting to hear it.

Zack bobs his head toward the seated gang and offers a "I'm good, I'm good. I'm just headin' out to catch Joel fer a drink or three." As he says this he toss a thumb over his shoulder, as if Joel were actually behind him. He too looks toward the door as first Weston then Zoie arrive, the latter getting bright smile and a wave. "Howdy, Zoie." He takes a step her way, also known as closer toward the door.

"Oh, Joel?" Petra asks, perking up. "I totally need to chat with that fucker," she says fondly. "Do you mind if I get a ride with you? Piggyback in on your fun and ruin ManTime? If you do, that's totally okay. I'll stay here and bother everybody here instead." She juts her chin as a greeting for Weston, then grins broadly at his news. "You did? That's fuckin' awesome, dude! I'mma have to take you out for dinner or somethin'!"

Zoie smiles towards the others for a moment. It is a lovely day and then she sees Zack. The beautiful girl lights up and gives him a two mega-watt smile. "Zack!" She makes a chipper noise as she steps more fully into his path. "I'm soooo excited to see you. How have you been?" Then his other words sink in and she gives a 'awww' sort of look. "You are leaving?" Someone has +voted for you. Keep up the good work!

"Hello Weston!" Damian greets in his usual overly happy way, but then leans towards Petra and Jai to ask "What's a GED?" quietly. "Oh, tell Joel hello, I never see him any more, the silly twit." But it's said entirely fondly.

"You may not ruin Man Time," Zack breaks the news to Petra with a grin and a shake of his head back toward the woman. "We're gonna talk about chicks an' booze an'... football and... guns an' such," he says, sounding pretty much like he's just making it up on the spot. Then, back to Zoie, smile still on his lips. "'Fraid so. But it's nice to see y'all too. I been good. How -you- been?"

Barb just sorts of...looks at the crowd. It's not bothering her, but the general happy mood gets a look of polite disbelief, perhaps mixed in with mild sneer. Her sandwich is finished off and washed down with coffee, the cupcake removed and the icing scraped off with a finger before said finger is sucked, and thus the sugar fails to sweeten her temper. When Zoie walks in, those yellow eyes of Barb's focus, and after a moment, there's that too-toothy grin of Barb's again.

Zoie smiles to that with a soft blush on her cheeks. "Oh I'm doing okay. I just want to thank you again for trusting me to do the job. It's like my first job ever so I'm trying /extra/ hard to do it right." The girl rolls from the balls of her feet down to her heels and back up again. "How are you doing? Oh! I mean, I probably shouldn't keep you from your plans. They sound like great plans. But if you like ever want to um.. you know.. catchup or something off work that like would be okay too." There is a pause. "I mean, that's not like a date, just like a friend meeting, you know?" For the moment, the rest of the shop is ignored. You know because it's Zack. He just steals all the female attention. Like a boss.

"It means I graduated high school, basically," Weston tells Damian, "I just didn't have to actually go to high school to do it! Cool, huh?" He smiles, then looks back over at Petra. "Yeah, that would be awesome. I'll go wherever! I got a job too. Things are working. How're you all doing?"

"What, like she can't talk about chicks and booze and football and guns and such? You underestimate her, man," Jai tells Zack with a grin, not that he looks the least bit upset that he =won't= be taking Petra away with him. "Tell him hi for me? I haven't seen him aorund much in a bit either. And congrats, Weston, good goin'! What's the new job?"

Zack sends a smile and light laugh back toward Zoie at her words. "Yeah that'd be fun. I'm glad yer likin' it here too. If you got any questions or whatever, just lemme know." And then he starts heading toward the door, pausing to regard those present once more. "Anyway, nice to see ya. Y'all take care, hear?" A quick wink is fired off as well.

"I think so?" Damian tells Wes, but he sounds unsure. *Is* highschool and graduating important? He has no idea. "Bye Zack!" he calls with a wave before settling again and finishing his coffee with a long pull.

"Yeah, I can talk about guns like a mo'fucka. You point the pointy end at people, I'm pretty sure," Petra says proudly, and makes fingerguns at Zack. Around then, her stomach growls something fierce, COINCIDENTALLY, and she sets her empty coffee cup aside. "Dude. I could eat a motherfucking pants-eating horse right about now. I think I'mma head out, too."

Zoie pauses to watch Zack for a few moments and then she grins towards those in the area. Her eyes fall on Barb with her grin of toothiness. Then on Petra, because who doesn't look at Petra? Rawr. So she tips her foot from one to the other and then moves towards the counter.

Barb, easily ignored despite the yellow eyes, crazy colored hair, and excellent fashion sense, returns from browbeating someone for coffee refills. Black. She's still licking icing from her fingers, moving towards a table and kicking a seat free, falling into it and sprawling.

Damian leans to give Petra the love in the form of a hug! "I'll be right back m'self," he says, and starts towards the men's room.

Beck comes in from the street, bells jingling as the door opens.

Jai grins at Petra's horse-description. "I'm not feeling equinivorous, but I could eat," he decides, despite having just polished off a rather large chocolate croissant. Appetizer, apparently. "What're you thinking?" He sits up a little, and works on not wasting what remains of his mocha. Beck looks at you.

Weston gives the wild-looking Barb the moment's notice that is her due, sneer, multicolored hair and the rest. But, only for a moment, more like someone who is eyeing another to make sure they're not a threat before looking back at Petra. "Wanna go get something now? Here's a good way to figure it out: what /haven't/ you had in a while?" He slugs down a bunch of coffee, then look back up.

Petra gives Damian love in the form of hugs, too, with a nice warm squeeze for emphasis. Then she turns toward Jai, smiling fondly. "I'm thinking you eat *like* a horse, and it amuses me. But I'm also thinking about getting food!" Helpful! She considers Weston thoughtfully before asking, "Do you two wanna go someplace fancy schmancy? I mean, seems like a good occasion, with Weston gettin' his GED and all. Or we could go to the Cantina. I ain't been there in awhile. Or hey, KiMo Cafe. Food's crap, but they screen old movies. Oh, or that Chinese restaurant, um, that Golden somethingsomething place? I hear it's good."

Zoie smiles towards Beck when he enters, but she moves forwards to clean the counter. Her eyes move from one to the other in the room.

Beck walks into the coffee shop. The uncharitable might say she waddles, but the pregnant punk might punch them in the face. "Well fuck - Hey, Jai, hey Petra, hey kid who bought something but whose name I can never remember. They work out okay?" she asks as she walks towards the back counter. Then she sees Zoie and her stride falters a moment before recovering.

Barb ignores Weston's measuring of her threat level, and after she's finished de-icing her cupcake, takes a bite and her eyes wander back towards Zoie. "That you, Little Miss Muppet?" Barb calls out, finally placing the girl. And then there's someone else waddling in. There's a brief look of what might be distaste for Beck, and Barb instead focuses on giving a glare and a sneer to a nearby customer eyeing her a little too long.

"Ffft. You're the one who lives on nothing but oats and hay with carrots for dessert," Jai retorts to Petra, looking equally fond. "Oh, Golden Dragon? Yeah, that's pretty good. 's where I usually grab stuff to take places." He looks up at the sound of his name, and grins again. "Hey!" he replies, lifting his cup to wave to her.

Green eyes go really wide at Barb and then Zoie blushes and looks away a bit. "It was for Halloween. I don't normally dress like that. How are you?" Her eyes move to Beck with a smile as she looks down the waddling form and then smiles. "Can I help anyone get anything?"

"Chinese is fine with me," Weston says agreeably enough, sipping at the contents of his paper cup. "Give us a chance to talk and stuff. Y'all wanna head out? How far is it?" He looks back to Beck, who gets a look of recognition and a small, tense smile. "Yeah, the recipient's sitting right here," the kid replies, patting Damian on the shoulder. "Worked out great!"

Damian returns from the restroom! HOORAY! He's not even soggy or anything!

"And I do so love when you brush my hair," Petra says, batting her lashes at Jai. "Okay, Golden Dragon it is, then. I haven't been there, but this girl in one of my classes swore by it, so I been meanin' to try it out." She rises from her seat, starting to gather up the various trash at the table, even Barb's. "Yo," she greets Beck with a little chin jut. "We were just headed out." She heads for the trashcan to throw all the junk away, and then for the door.

Beck shifts her attention from Zoie and snorts at Petra's hail and farewell. "Just be careful with the beef and brocolli there. I got really fuckin' sick off that there once *before* the little shit started makin' my every meal an adventure." Damian gets a grin. "I've got a whole set of leathers that match those gloves if you're interested. If they don't fit, come on by the shop and we'll exchange them.." It's about then that Barb's look of distaste registers, though Beck apparently - for once - decides to ignore it. "So, um... Hi," she says, when her attention moves back to Zoie. "Yeah, I'd like something..um...fuck." A bit of color is seeping into her cheekbones.

Damian beams at Beck when he sees her and says, "Oh neat! I should probably look into a jacket or something, I keep having this feeling I'm going to go road surfing one day. And thank you so much, again, I'm really loving being able to drive now."

Jai finishes off his coffee all in one go, laughing softly when he hears Beck at the counter. "I don't think they sell that here," he calls over to her, unable to resist, and he stands, stretching and then helping Petra gather the trash.

Beck's story and difficulties just increase Barb's sullen mood, apparently, and the sicker Beck looks, the more darkly, grimly amused Barb seems. She watches Jai, Petra, and their pals wander off without waving goodbye or any other friendly gestures.

Zoie looks over at Beck with open expectation. "What would you like?" She then looks over at Jai and smiles. "What don't we .. Oh! We have plenty of teas. I heard that I should sell teas to pregnant wome.." There is a pause. What if the woman isnt pregnant.

Beck glances over her shoulder at Jai. She smirks back at him and flips him off. "Says the man who's given a ride at every gay bar in the city." Then she's looking back at Zoie and the bit of a blush has crept back into her cheeks. "I've got enough tea at home to choke a fuckin' horse.. How about, um... Shit, no caffeine or I'll never fuckin' sleep tonight." She sighs and looks up at the menu board. There, see? No distracting pretty girls up there. Just a nice, boring menu.

Damian wanders back to the couch and Barb, sits down, and notices that people are missing. He has a look up and around and sees Wes and Petra heading off, and a bit o' Jai over there readying to go as well. With his brows wrinkled a bit, he looks to Barb and asks, "Where'd everyone go?" Catching Bek's words and totally misunderstanding, he further asks Barb, "They went to a gay bar?" Like ya do a full moon Wednesday! It's the thing.

Jai makes a kissyface at Beck. "I've given rides at every bar in the city. That's what cabbies do," he retorts, and grins at her, waving and heading out the door, alas just before Damian speaks.

"I think they went to fuck horses. Or eat them. Some chinese place apparently cooks that shit up with broccoli." Barb says, taking another gulp of her hot, hot coffee. "Hey Miss Muffet, you give free refills here or what?"

Zoie smiles in a sweet sort of manner. "I um.. it depends what you get?" She tips her head to look at the menu and see which ones get refills. It seems the girl is still new to the job herself. However at the swearing, she turns a vibrant red.

Beck looks over her shoulder at Barb, her brow creasing irritably. She shuts her eyes for a moment and takes a few deep breaths before turning back to the menu. "Um... Maybe just some hot chocolate. Extra whipped cream? And..um... You okay?" she asks Zoie as the younger woman's bright red face registers.

"That doesn't sound very pleasant." Damian says to Barb with a grin, totally shining on to the fact that she's joking! "So! How you doin'?" he asks the multi colored chick, whipping out the small talk since he insists on sharing the space with her. Although he does ask over in Zoie's direction, "Could I please have another <insert obligatory neat coffee drink name here>?" He apparently intends to pay, seeing as how he's getting out his wallet and all. Or he intends to pay for Barb's cute as per the earlier discussion.

"Free coffee. Hung over. Life's shit, it balances out. You always this keen on talkin' to strangers?" Danny asks. Not judging. Curious, Fact-collecting. Distracted player.