You're not in the band if your the roadie...

[Brody Rogers]

Tatum had to smile a bit at her girlfriend's less than sufficient response. "He's a big boy, I promise, he'll live," the red head said simply, just as Jude was returning to the cafe, with Adrian in tow. "You're on, babe. Break a leg? Except, not literally, because.. w-well, you know, not literally. Leg breaking is bad, I'd have to take care of you, and you'd need a wheelchair, and then Rath would want to ride on the back and--" she trailed off, once she realized she was word vomiting, and simply leaned in to place another kiss onto Ophelia's lips. "Just good luck, okay?" she finished, smiling once again, as she pulled back from their embrace as Ophelia was heading back up to the stage, and she moved back into the crowd.

She was pleased to see that her spot was still, thankfully, empty. But she was feeling in the mood for another coffee, and so she kept moving, heading up toward the counter, and waiting in line behind a man currently ordering a mint chocolate javalanche. She couldn't help but make a face, really; too sweet, she much preferred a dark blend of coffee, something to bring you to your senses at any given moment. Once the man had moved on with his needlessly complicated drink, she stepped up as next in line, smiling lightly at Leigh. "Uhm, just another black coffee, please?"

"Okay, well drugs. Those are always an option. But fuck, we're always baked. I'm surprised we're not baked pretty much right now, okay? So don't act like it's such an exciting thing. And we wouldn't be walking, I'm too classy for that. We'd be driving my rust bucket, and we'd be parked down by the ravine, and we'd be singing Journey at the top of our lungs, just like almost every night off ever," Brody replied, her own tone equally as grumpy as she snatched her friend's coffee from her once again, and took her own drink, before shoving it back into Lucy's direction. "Drunk, though, I like the sound of that. It's a shame they know we're sixteen.. well, I'm seventeen now, but still. I'd love some luck of the irish in that coffee," she sighed, shaking her head wistfully.

She chose to ignore the comment about Lucy's enjoyment, insisting to herself that no one could really enjoy a show with Random Comment. Especially once they had a taste of the Brody Rogers Experience, as Lucy had. For a number of years now. It just wasn't comparable. The comment about the other team, though, made the girl smirk slightly, as she slumped into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "Everyone is gay. Either literally, or metaphorically enough that they're too lame to want. I dunno man, girls? They can be good kissers. I believe in equal opportunity, you know that. We could go and make out right now, put some love back into this marriage. Or I could just set you up with.. oh, I dunno, Leigh?" she motioned over her shoulder absently, toward the service counter.

"She's cute, she's young. And I think she likes chicks. She can be your side affair, while I'm fucking the milk man, and the kids are off at school."

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

Adrian swooned a little in his seat, he generally preferred the classics to insane metal or hard rock (mostly because he wound up distracted and dancing like an idiot in his underwear as opposed to doing what he was supposed to) and decided that whoever picked the songs the group played were officially going to have to do more like those. Because Jude just oozed into that song, so far as Adrian was concerned, and Jude oozing into music was by far the best thing he'd ever been lucky enough to witness.

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh tucked a runaway lock of hair behind her ear and smiled gratefully at Tatum and the, for once, reasonable order. "Hey Tatum." She greeted brightly, pouring the coffee into one of the handy styrofoam cups and then brandished it to the girl across the counter with a neat flourish, "Have I told you lately that I love you? If I have to make one more macchiato or javalanche, I refuse to be held accountable for my actions. How's life?" Leigh dared the chance to chat a moment, given most everyone had returned to her seats.

[Brody Rogers]

Tatum accepted the coffee, smiling back at the other girl as she did so, taking a quick sip before leaning more comfortably onto the counter top. Most people were back to paying attention to the band, and so it looked like Leigh might get a bit of a break at least. "You haven't told me, no, but I'd watch it, Ophelia has super hearing," she teased, before giving a shake of her head, "And you know me, I don't like that kind of stuff. I'm in here enough for you to know that. Just be glad Seraphim isn't here, right? I can't even remember what she gets anymore, it's such a long name.. I know it has skinny in it, and something about no foam, and.. I-I don't know anymore really, but just be glad she has a history test, okay?" she mused, giggling a bit. "Life is.. well, life, I guess. I never miss a chance for coffee, or one of Ophi's shows, and so here I am. How's.. work? You looked busy, I thought I'd come cheer you up."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh grinned sheepishly at the comment of Ophelia's hearing, and peered at the girl on guitar, who thankfully seemed preoccupied playing. "I'm innocent?" she asked instead, in a somewhat hopeful tone. "And don't get me wrong, I love Sera just fine, but her drinks are the source of my nightmares. And I'm pretty sure it's a skinny double grande, split shot, extra hot, soy intense dark chocolate mocha with no foam, one extra raw sugar and extra mocha drizzle," Leigh reported thoughtfully. And then shrugged. "Then again, that might actually be my nightmare. Sometimes it's hard to keep up.

"I like to think of Sera's coffee visits as my own personal challenge. It gets me through the day." Leigh grinned winningly. "And it's also why your coming is always a blessing. As for work, I've decided that I'm going to start a revolt until people actually start ordering coffee at...y'know...the coffee shop. I love it here, though. That's probably bad for my psyche or something. As for the cheering, you are well-timed and really welcome. I love show nights, but I hate the rushes," Leigh finished this conclusively with a tired smile.

[Jude Wainwright]

Ophelia beamed at Tatum from the stage, fingers playing the cords by memory as she watched her girlfriend, then turned her attention to the boy on the stage in front of her. He sounded good; though Jude always sounded good, his voice nearly golden from what felt like birth. He didn't look too hot; gigs had a tendency to take a lot out of him, and she worried since he'd been feeling sick at Tatum's place earlier.

Jude closed his eyes; the room was spinning and the lights seemed too bright, and he felt nauseous from the conversation he'd had earlier with Adrian. He gripped the mic stand hard, stumbling over a line in the song that he knew off by heart, and behind him Ophelia took a step closer, worry on her face. He shook his head slightly, continuing on, pretending the missed words didn't happen, hadn't bothered him.

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

Adrian noticed the stumble. Of course he did, one would be hard-pressed to miss anything when they were watching someone as closely as the redhead was watching Jude. And he saw the guitarist (whom he now decided was definitely Ophelia, even if they hadn't been introduced) step forward in concern. But Jude sang on, and Adrian did his best to fight down his own stomach-twisting worry. Almost without direction, he began trying to figure out if Jude was sick...when he had eaten that day (or if, frankly). And so he took on a new posture, ready to streak out there and drag Jude off stage if he had to -- if there was any more undo trouble or stumbling. (And, depending, of course, whether or not the guitarist got there first.)

[Brody Rogers]

"Dunno if Ophi would buy that," Tatum replied quickly, a quirky smile still on her face. It was nice, a moment with someone she genuinely felt comfortable with; the list was short, consisting for many years of just her own family and the Wainwrights, but since high school, she had managed to open up a little more, and Leigh was definitely on the list. She was younger, of course, and more so a friend of Seraphim, but that was fine. They knew each other well enough from Leigh being in Sera's grade and classes, as well as on her soccer team, but also from the newspaper club, which Tatum gladly provided photographs for. She listened to Leigh listing off the drink, and couldn't help but feel her face go slightly blank, amazed that the blonde had managed to memorize that; it certainly sounded like Seraphim, long and overly complicated. Needlessly complicated, at that. "That.. god, people actually order that? You're a saint, really. I think I'd cry, right then and there," the red head replied sheepishly, shaking her head.

"Most people, though? They tend to think of my sister as a personal challenge, no matter what she's doing. You're a double saint, just for being her friend. I wonder if anyone can stand her, other than us, sometimes," she added, returning the grin. "I fully support your revolt though! I mean, I get stressed out at work when people ask for stuff on high shelves, or yell at me for not having a copy of a new movie.. I can only imagine what you have to go through on a daily basis. Not to mention all of the silly orders, that people expect you to memorize, and then they get all uppity when you get one little thing wrong," she trailed off, shuddering visibly at the thought. "Not for me, definitely not for me. I'll just stick to cheering you up instead, and chilling at the shows. You know though, if you did ever need a hand, I mostly just sit over there? I'd help you live through the rushes, if you ever really need it. I could suffer for a little while. I don't want your head to explode, you're too pretty, and it would ruin your top.."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh blushed a little at the compliment, and giggled at Tatum, glancing down at the rather pretty blue top she wore under the you-have-to-wear-'em dark blue apron, and nodded. "I do like this shirt. But you'd be surprised at what people do to their coffees. Or, rather, what once was and should remain coffee, but no longer is thanks to whatever treatment they demand I put it through. Luckily for me, I've got a head for details, and people tend to extra-tip me when I remember their drinks, so I do as well as I can. And memorizing Sera's wasn't too hard, surprisingly. I mean, it's the most complicated thing I have to make on a general basis, but it's almost always the same.

"And, still, it's just Sera. I know that some people don't get her...but...she's just...I don't know." Leigh attempted to speak, and wrinkled her nose as all the words she wanted to say seemed to evaporate. "I really just can't imagine my life without her, could you?," pausing for a moment after the question, she grinned again. "By the way, I will be calling on you at a later date to note my double-sainthood, I hope that's okay." Leigh noted, "I think I'm gonna need the alibi sooner or later.

"On the upside, I'll be able to return the favor for your offer of help. You're like an angel, and should I ever get in over my head, you shall be the first I call. Expect to hear from me at the next break," the blonde finished wryly.

[Lucy Hartigan]

This was not the first time coffee had shot out of Lucy's mouth when she was having a fit of both choking and laughter. "Why is it always the milkman? Why can't you just settle for the pizza guy or something? And thanks, but no thanks, she's a pretty girl but I don't think I'm ready for that yet," she said, shaking her head. "I'll leave that to you. I'll continue on being a lone, unsexed wolf. However, if you want to get drunk anytime soon, I'll come with you. But I haven't had a drink since I was 14 and I plan to keep it that way," she said, sliding the coffee back over to Brody.

"I'll do shrooms or something; I agree, we are baked pretty often. But really, what the hell else is there to do? With all our lovely call center monies and suchwhat," she said.

[Brody Rogers]

"Don't even tell me, please. I won't call myself a coffee snob, but I think you view it on the same level that I do, even if only because you have to make so much of it; I really only consider it coffee, in it's most basic form, and other than that, it's just an excuse to.. I dunno, order something really complicated? Be a pain in the ass?" Tatum mused, shaking her head slowly, and lifting up her cup, motioning at her friend with it. "This is the best it can get, just black. And I think people would really like it, if they gave it a try! It's so refreshing, especially right now. I thought all of that turkey dinner was going to put me out for, like.. life, but I'm really perked up now," she added, with a firm nod, before quickly taking a long drink from said beverage.

As the conversation turned to Seraphim, Tatum listened and nodded in agreement, giggling once more at the explanation and facial expression that she managed to evoke from the younger girl. "I think you got it right. She's just Sera, and nobody really gets her, but I think she secretly likes that. She enjoys being all mysterious, and intelligent, and deep. You know how she loves to be deep," the red haired girl replied, wrinkling her own nose a bit. "I could never imagine life without her, I dunno who would bug me to do my homework, or do the dishes, or.. anything. Actually, I think life would be so much easier without her! I wouldn't have anybody nagging me constantly. But still, she's a doll, on most days. And you do kind of need your friend, so I won't take her away from you. Or the team. Soccer teams need lots of people, or.. something. I don't really get sports like you guys."

Lifting her left hand up in the air, Tatum held it open palmed, and crossed her index and middle fingers. "I solemnly swear to back you up, and tell no bad stories about you. Even if I might have them. I'll never portray you as anything except the doubly-saint that you are, even if the police question me for hours on end, I won't crack," she confirmed, unable to keep from laughing a bit, and smiling fondly. "And I also promise to be your faithful helper whenever you need me to. I'll be on orange alert during next break, honest."

[Brody Rogers]

Brody shrugged, picking up the coffee cup. "Because the pizza guy isn't around as often? If I order that much pizza, I'll get fat. At least if I fuck the milk man, I can order skim, and my ass won't get huge, thus making our marriage even more loveless," she explained, quite seriously, and even managing to keep from smirking as she said it. "Seriously, though, we need to get you laid. And get me drunk. I think Hunter is back in town, she always have good liquor, we could hit her up. Sleezy college girl? I'll get laid, you won't, but she has lots of friends. We can all throw a party, I'll sing, it'll be radical to a new degree which we have yet to see in our young lives."

She paused when she noticed Jude stumbling, a grin crossed over her lips, though she didn't make a comment, even if her mind was ripe with them. Lucy had heard it all before, tenfold. "I like being baked, thanks. And you're right, nothing else to do. We shop, sometimes. But there are only so many clothes that you can buy, and then if we buy drugs, we also end up buying food, so the money gets spent well. We eat like queens. And we are queens, so it's all good."

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude paused in his singing, one hand moving to touch his forehead as the room spun again, and Ophelia; ever watchfulm knew that it was a sign that not only had Jude not eaten yet, he probably hadn't eaten all day or, possibly, the past few. She shoved her guitar into Sarah's arms, breaking the strap as she moved forward quickly to grab her brother as he went down.

"You fucking dipshit, did you eat today?" she asked, angrily, aware that he was barely paying attention. "Did you?" Jude gave a weary head shake as Samson came around the drum set, chewing his lip. "Jude? Should we stop the show? You don't look so good..." Sarah remained quiet.

"I don't really want to..."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Tatum's oath had the blonde giggling so hard she actually slipped her footing a little, before she regained control of herself and considered for a moment. "Actually," Leigh said thoughtfully a trace of laughter still lining her voice, "the scariest part is that people really seem to like the monstrosities that they force me to make of coffee. Now, I mean, sure, occasionally, I'll get an Irish Soda or something, but pomegranate-orange is good for you, and it's delicious. And besides, coffee gets boring. Really. Really. Boring.

"But as for the sports, I know, I'm so close to a jock, it's ridiculous. I blame Michael -- who knew older brothers could have that kind of influence?" she added in a confidential whisper. "And we definitely need Sera on the team, and double points for you being nice enough to let me keep my friend. That's probably for the best. Who knows where I'd be if I didn't have Sera? I might still be skulking around you for the sake of loneliness.

"That does raise some concerns...I don't doubt you have a few stories about me," she noted. "The real question is how you found out, and if it's Sera, she and I are gonna have another chat, before I accidentally add a raspberry shot to her next mocha. Although the face she made after drinking it was pretty priceless." Leigh giggled again in remembrance. "Next break, though, I'll be lookin' for you. Hopefully people will be more mellowed out then...wishful thinking with all the caffeine everyone's hyped up on...but still. A girl can hope."

[Lucy Hartigan]

"I think I vaguely know Hunter," Lucy said, thinking. "Like ulllllllltra-vaguely though, like it barely counts. Like I know /of/ her more than anything. But I do enjoy parties. And I do enjoy the sight of my wife drunk. 'My Nana takes of her wig sometiiiiiiiiiimes'," she quoted, giggling. "And you take yours off too, I'm sure. And you probably couldn't make your ass fat if you tried. All the milkmen are so goddamn old, at least a pizza guy might be under 40. Which is a plus, in my opinion. Not a fan of old men, personally," she said, making a face.

Lucy notice a small smile twitching at the corner of Brody's mouth, caused by something that had happened onstage. She shrugged it off; she hadn't noticed anything herself. Except that, in fact, their coffee had run out. "Time for a refill," she said, indicating the empty cup. "You buying this time, Gimpy?"