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The corner coffee hut, it's prime location across from the bookstore. The daily local; stolen from random driveway, was opened to the comics. Grabbing the vacated plate from the neighboring table complete with scrap food. Now, he was for all purposes a "paying" customer as opposed to a loitering vagrant.Strategically seated by the restrooms he left a book open to secure his "meal" while he "utilized" the faciluties. Stationed in the far stall he unzipped his maroon backpack. He called ithis college camo. Extracting "penny" whiskey and a gatoraide chaser. Methodically taking a swig and masking the scent by covering the opening. Believing such stealth kept absconding odors at bay. A ritual repeated for nine precision swigs. Then added security from a spring scented air freshner, He was in the "clear" or as the rational would infer paranoid.
He retired to his purloined paper and illicit table. It was nine o' clock. Local radio augmented the ambience. Typicalmorning show fodder. Which basically translated asthe local dj's were relegated to the minor leagues. I.e. the surrounding shithole metropolis. New York or LA dj's would cannibalize such ineptness. The waiter refilled his free water. The door opened. The artic dagger of a february morningintruded on cue. In a long black coat she was the vision. She perfumed past to the restroom. Some might call itbathroom but he'd always wondered about the phantom bath.He prefered plain restroom. After a repeated restroomritual, the morning quakes subsided, he continued to the sports section.She'd spent ten minutes on whatever in the restroom and found a vacant table in an adjacent booth. Before taking her seat she removed her black coat revealing an olive sleeveless shirt. Her pants were khaki. The waiter took her breakfast order. The VERY attentive waiter he noted. Service with a smile.A carrot haired, green flannel twenty something joined her."I thought you'd never show.""I almost didn't. Give me a good reason. why the fuck am I here?""The news. They've declared.. war."Composure vanished, "My younger brothers infantry. Shit, excuse me gotta get over to my dads. Some other time k?""Why would your dad give a fuck about prices?" the carrot haired companion smiled.The vision took on a granite visage, "Prices? What kind of klingon is this.....It had better be good cuz I frankly don;t have the patie....."The friend threw a flyer across the table in presentation."What the fuck?!"He'd lost some composure in laughing."Aren't you on a students salary? I for one am totally saving.It's a war babe a war on prices. "The waffles arrived."Well, I'm relieved to discover you actually are the creep people say. Now I understand the thousand yard stare in class.""Judge, jury and executioner. The thousand yard stare has purpose. Growing up I had my mythical crushes. Women who could do no wrong. the problem was I'd eventually overhear their conversations. Now reality was infused. My Godess was a girl." "I think it's really time I took up athiest agendas."She smiled, "Well faiths a bitch but I'm not I'm going to give you a chance. Just take me off that pedistal for a while." She rested her chin on her interlaced hands."Inspire. It's your scene and it's not rehearsal."