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Who: Ianto and YOU
What: Coffee. Americano. Espresso. Cafe Latte. Need I go on?
Where: Queequeg's
When: during a slow hour
Notes:
Warnings: Once your character tastes Ianto's coffee, they will be ruined for all other coffee forever.

Ianto let out a breath. The morning rush was finally over, the manager was beaming, and the supply of ground coffee had dwindled as the mess behind the counter had grown. Day after day, the lines out the door had been getting progressively longer as word of Ianto's coffee spread, and Ianto was now fairly certain people were going well out of their way for it. He'd spotted some customers he was sure weren't even residents of Mog Hill. If he ever wanted to take over Baedal, he figured he could successfully pull a Starbucks.

While it was flattering almost to the point of embarrassment, it was also irritating since it dirtied up his kitchen (yes, his kitchen), and dealing with demanding customers wasn't his favorite way to spend a morning. Thankfully, his co-workers were taking out the trash and cleaning the counters, leaving Ianto free to grind more of his special blends in preparation for the next rush.

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Queequeg's is not a usual haunt for Balthier - or indeed, a place he would even normally bother with - but he's in the area and there's enough fuss from the locals that, well, why not. He's not entirely opposed to 'coffee', even if all the samples he's had of it don't match up comfortably enough with the caf drinks of home. Woe the inescapable Earth standard.

And so here he is, wearing worn-in and embossed leather riding pants and a blood-red shirt open at the neck; he'd look ridiculous if it didn't all look so natural on him. (With the diversity in Baedal, he's more likely to give someone in jeans and a t-shirt and odd look than they are him, really.) When Ianto turns around, he'll find a sky pirate half-lounging against the register counter, looking over the menu with an expression somewhere in between skepticism and curiosity.

Ivan's still been investigating the city, and that includes places that cater largely to mortal, human types. He can still taste, after all, and he's heard rumors of coffee worth going out of the way for.

Coffee was an accessory for the cigarettes, largely, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it.

(Lord only knows where in Baedal he managed to get a pair of sunglasses, though, for daytime outings.)

He comes in, and approaches the counter. "Do you have some esoteric system of sizes, or can one simply order a 'medium' here?"

After getting in line to place his order, Sebastian sends Velcro off to find them a place to sit. Sure, it may seem a little unusual giving a dog such a complicated order, but Velcro seems to manage it just fine.

Ianto might recognize Sebastian from their very brief meeting in the temple. Although, he's dressed down today in clean, but well-worn clothes, a knapsack with the outline of a book visible against the fabric, and a dark tan from working outside at Hellsing for a few weeks.

Edited 2011-07-14 03:55 (UTC)

Jack comes into Queequeg's basically whenever he's got a free moment, and he's sure that the rest of the staff must wonder what the hell he's doing there all the time, visiting Ianto, if the other man hadn't told them anything about it already that is. He could wait in line, but he sees that Ianto's not currently manning the counter, but working on grinding beans instead, so he sidles up to the counter away from the line, leaning against it.

"Know anyone in here that might be able to show me a good time?" Jack asks, smiling widely in a greeting to the other man, hoping that maybe he can coerce him to sit down with him and take a break. Or maybe his shift is over soon? Jack can't keep track of these things.

There have been Good Things said about this coffee shop, and while Jones has been working a more normal sleep cycle these past couple weeks than she has for about the last year (which is to say, sleeping at all), she still likes a good cup of caffeinated goodness. If this turns out well and the prices aren't too steep, she'll be a regular.

The menu, however, has her a little perplexed. There are so many options! All these fancy words that sound like they might be Italian. She's never had anything other than straight up black. She watches people ordering with a serious, studying look, like she's expecting to be tested on it.