Gotta leave my mark, I want you to remember me.

[Leigh O'Conner]

"No need, ma'am," Leigh answered, and presented the drink with the neat flourish. "On the house, too! And hopefully within a couple of hours, as for leaving, but I still have to close after everyone leaves so I'm still prisoner for a while yet. Go drink your Monstrosity and read for a bit, but don't forget to come visit me again. Or I shall pout verily at thee, wench." She grinned and wiped at the counter.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Well, maybe I'll just drink it here, and bug you instead?" Sera suggested, as she picked up the drink, taking a refreshing inhale of the coffee scent, before taking her first sip, reveling in the burnt tongue feeling of a good hot drink. She was also glad to taste no trace of raspberry; she had been expecting some, after the deaf-mute-in-bed comment. "Not let you clean your counters, just cause you all sorts of trouble. Since you're so jealous of my book, I know you'd get upset if I stared at her for too long.. or maybe I'll go and sit by the stage, and give Brody my very best bedroom eyes?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

"I would immediately challenge Brody to a duel to the death," Leigh replied matter-of-factly, "and I would win. Also, I would steal your drink and put raspberry in it, despite being very nice to you by not doing it before, I think. And if you keep lookin' at that book," Leigh noted threateningly, and fighting off a smile, "I'll introduce it to a Monstrosity of it's very own, since I'm so nice. Although to spare you conjugal visits after I'm convicted for murdering Brody, you could always just settle for hanging out here with me. Ooh, or you could be my lawyer and just win the case for me. I'm pretty sure that Lucy would be officially come stalking me in the night to murder me a lot if I did that. Whichever you want, really."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I wouldn't want to fight you, personally. But Brody is a scrapper, have you ever seen that girl fight? I think she'd be a challenge. I am fairly sure she got into a fight after her last show, isn't she? If she didn't talk down to everyone, it might not be so much of an issue," Sera mused, glancing to the stage again, before back to Leigh. "Anyway, I think I'm just gunna hang out with you instead. Splitting up those two would be bad news. Plus I'd like to skip all of the murdering, conjugal visits, lawyering, and Lucy stalkage. I can be your lawyer when we're older, and we're doing much cooler crimes."

Lifting up her mug, Seraphim took another drink, savoring it before continuing to speak. "Also, keep your raspberry out of my mocha, or I'll never make you moan and or scream again, so long as either of us live. We'll be in a loveless relationship, sir, and it will be all your fault."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Well so long as you don't completely abandon me to your books or start ogling Brody with my bedroom eyes, I think that we'll be okay," Leigh agreed grudgingly. "A loveless relationship is not for me, and I would have to start molesting you until you forgave me." The blonde grinned and tucked hair behind her ear again. "And as much faith I have in my ability to do so, I don't wanna risk a moan-less, scream-less life, so I'll behave.

"As for Brody, I know she's a scrapper, but I'd still fight her. And I'd still win! I'd distract her and go for a low blow. I'm not above that," Leigh grinned. "I also pull hair and bite when it suits me."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"You think I don't know that? I've had cat fights with you over the years. Do you remember when we were ten, and my dad had to break us up? You almost tore my head off, you were pulling my hair so hard. I bet I have scars from the biting. I don't even remember what I did anymore," Sera replied, laughing softly as she lifted up her mug again, smiling against it. "I would have won though, had dad minded his own business. I was going to have it in the bag, just needed another five minutes to wear you out."

As she spoke, Seraphim took a few steps back, toward the closest table. She grabbed one of the chairs from there, and dragged it over toward the counter, flopping into it, and leaving enough room for people to step in front of her if they needed to order. It wasn't quite level with the counter, and she found her chin reached the counter top when she saw in the chair, but it was better than standing. "Molesting, for the record, also would not solve the problem. Perhaps it would be best if I just sat here and gave you the bedroom eyes, while you try to work.."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Hmph," Leigh answerd, "I think I like it better when you're being evil to other people and not to me. See, 'cos then it's kinda sexy and awesome. When it's to me, it's sexy and then I'm sad and distracted. And possibly fired. Again. That is your goal, isn't it?!

"Additionally, you so would have lost that fight," Leigh replied pointedly. "And I believe that I missed you winning the city-wide spelling bee for something of Michael's that I had to go to and you hid my notebook in revenge. Even though it wasn't my fault. Hence the hair-pulling and biting escapade. And I like the you-hanging-around half of your solution," Leigh answered. "Told you I wanna ogle you while messing up other people's coffees. I haven't changed my mind yet...if ever I decide to do so."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"A lady never reveals her true intentions, until marriage," Seraphim replied coolly, lifting up her mug again, and holding it cupped in both of her hands as she spoke, occasionally blowing onto it to cool it a bit. "Especially a lady who is, apparently, as sexy and awesome as me. I can't help how I was born, blame my gorgeous bloodline."

Stifling a little yawn with the side of her mug, Seraphim shook her head a bit. "Yes, I recall now.. I was really upset about that, you know, even if it wasn't your fault. You could have told me, instead of making me wait for you. And I would have won, admit it or not. I have evil, evil ways, and I always have," she teased, with a little laugh. "Speaking of other people's coffees, is it just me or is this place dead tonight?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Hey, it's not like I knew ahead of time. And neither did my parents. Michael was the crowned prince of procrastination, even when it makes him a giant idiot in the eyes of all who view him. No matter how much I love him. And Mom was mad, too. She wanted to see you compete. Of course my mother would adore you -- I must get it from her," Leigh teased, "I couldn't have come by this naturally. And, yes," she slumped onto the counter on her elbows, "it's dead in comparison to Random Comment, but not bad, really, for Brody. I prefer it this way, wherein it's not manic to the point of me causing self-harm to get out of having to manage all the insanity by myself."

Leigh pouted a little. "I need coworkers!"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I'm the perfect child, of course your mother adores me. I think every mother on the face of the planet would adore me. Until they get to know me, they don't know about the evil side, they just see the straight laced nerdy side, y'see," Sera explained, grinning up at the blonde as she slumped over onto her counter top. "I prefer it this way, too, cause it isn't as loud. And seeing you smile, instead of being stressed to the bone, is also a bonus for me. Even if it can be funny times, it wouldn't be cool tonight, since I want to make plans."

At the mention of coworkers, Sera made a little face, slumping further into her own chair. "Well, I don't have a job, but I don't want one, and I don't know if I could work.. here. I think Hunter is looking for a job, I heard Tatum and Ophelia talking; apparently her parents kicked her out again, and she's living on Samson and Sarah's couch."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"You work here? No, thanks," Leigh made a face. "I might not have read the whole of the relationship handbook, but I think I got to page one, line one, which reads 'Don't work with them, Idiot'. Not that Hunter's a terrible idea, but I refuse to be her reference. I can't really remember seeing her sober. Uh. Ever. I'll bring it up, at least to Tatum or Ophelia so they can tell her. I'm pretty sure Hunter wouldn't even know who I am.

"Additionally, and to the former topic, my mother would love you no matter what, now. You could come home with jars of the hearts of your former enemies, and she'd probably just compliment your ability to keep them in 'such lovely condition'," Leigh intoned, using her mother's voice. "And you know it."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Seraphim made a face right back, scrunching up her nose a bit and baring her teeth at the blonde, before lifting one hand away from her mug, in order to flip her off casually. "Yeah, uh-huh. I've read that book, I just haven't put it into practice yet. Thanks for the vote of confidence, though. You're just lucky I'm not looking for a job," she muttered, with a little bit of a pout following after, doing her best to look offended. At the mention of a sober Hunter, she couldn't keep up the act, snorting in laughter at the idea of such a fantastical legend. Really, a sober Hunter; who knew it even existed.

"You're very right there. She'd probably get all of your clients drunk, and since you mostly serve high school students, not so good. And she'd only not know who you are, because you've probably met her, more than once, while she was drunk, and she never remembers that. I really think she's lucky to remember Tatum and Ophi, or even Sarah. Which is saying something. It's probably only because Sarah kisses her, and Tatum makes her sandwiches, or so I have theorized," the brunette explained, with a heavy sigh. "Seriously though, if we could get her to clean up, she could at least reach high shelves. She is mad tall."

The imitation of her mother made Sera laugh again, taking a sip of her drink. "You do that too well, for the record? Just like her, seriously. I bet you'll be just like her when you get old and have kids. I can almost promise it. Though I won't be showing off those jars either, also for the record, those are mine."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Like I want your crazy heart-jars, woman?" Leigh answered, rolling her eyes expressively. "And as for finding-Hunter-a-job, doesn't Tatum work in the video store in the mall? They have high shelves! And Adrian works at the library. Also high shelves. And a far smaller amount of liquor probably available on-hand. And it would probably be a lot harder to get people drunk in a library.

"Also, you damn well know I'm never going to be old. You just haven't invented the serum for eternal youth yet. Get on that. And shall we avoid the Death Becomes Her path? And someday you'll want kids around, in case you don't manage aforementioned serum. Someone's going to have to inherent the planet from you, and it might as well be someone you train from birth!"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"She does, yeah. I think she's in the same situation as you, really, not wanting to be her reference, for when she inevitably screws up and does something illegal? It makes Tatum more horrible than you though, since you're just an acquaintance at best, and Tatum is supposed to be one of her best friends. She should get a firmer talking to about needing to lend a friend a hand. You do make a good point though, with the library? Not much liquor there, and high shelves. Maybe we should talk to Adrian and see what he thinks about it. I dunno how well their personalities will go together.. but then again, if he likes Ophelia, he'll probably like Hunter. Maybe."

She grinned widely at the mention of youth serum, giving a dramatic shaking of her head, hand lifting to press to her forehead. "Nothing yet, poppet. We're working on it furiously in the lab, the lackeys and I. When it's going, you'll be the first to know, I swear. Although I think it would be funny to see you basically turn into your mom, physically as well as mentally. You're already half way there, mentally, that could cause a problem. You're already like, half hatched into old lady-hood. We better get you pregnant with those future slaves before the menopause strikes."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh jauntily offered Seraphim a single-fingered salute in response to the barb. "Well, actually, Adrian's a bit like you in temperament...only...less with the taking-over-the-world, and more with the giant literary nerd. Who's into boys with long hair," Leigh continued. "He's nice enough though. Not sure how he feels about Ophelia at all, but so long as Hunter didn't go in sloshed, I don't think he'd mind. I'll ask him next time I see him.

"And, hon, you gotta admit, being that my mom is in her mid-forties, she looked pretty good for her age, must be all the running around after three-year-olds. And Michael! He with the general attitude and behavior of a three-year-old! Except the fact that she won't stop having kids. Don't get me wrong, I love Beth and Stevie, but jeez. She's gonna be like...sixty when they graduate high school, and like...sixty-five when they get married. And she's gonna be all over me for grandchildren you know.

"Oh no, not Michael, who's like...four years older than me, granted...y'know. Can you blame her? Really? No," Leigh answered herself promptly. "And can it on the future-slave bits, ma'am. I think they'll at least wait for me to get the hell out of high school."