“Good to know that I should watch out where I’m getting my coffee, don’t want to become one of those victims. I might be traumatized,” he muttered taking another sip from his cup, the slight smirk resting on his lips still. The blond briefly glanced over at the line again, then glanced back at Blaine, “It’s fine, certainly made my morning marginally more interesting. Although, considering I had to sit through a dull meeting it’s not too hard.” He extended his hand,might as well be polite after all. “Arthur Pendragon.”
“My pleasure, Arthur,” Blaine let go of his hand and returned his fingers to gripping the warmth coming from the side of his cup. “Oh! You’re welcome for the warning, too. Free of charge even. I had to suffer through an entire cup of that–whatever you want to call it because it sure wasn’t coffee to pass on this sage advice. It was awful.” So said the ‘solemn’ nod and tightly pressed together lips of a wounded man who saw the horrors of the bottom of a really bad cup of coffee. “Passing off this knowledge came at a costly price. I’ll never shake the taste from my memory,” he huffed in a breath of cool air before letting it go in a laugh. “And–seriously–if I am holding you up from more meetings just to go war-scarred Coffee Yoda on you? I can let you get back to your business. Dull and boring as you said it was.”
The blond stared down at his cup, and was tempted to just toss it. Probably head home, and make his own– it’d be better quality. But then he’d be late, and that’s just a headache he doesn’t want to deal with. He glanced over at the stand the other indicated, and scoffed a little. “It’s a wonder they’re still in business, but I suppose if you’re desperate for your caffeine fix, almost anything will do.” There’s a pause, and a slight quirk to his lips. “It almost sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
“It’s New York City so I think they have a never ending chain of unsuspecting victims lining up daily not knowing that they’re about to have the worst cup of coffee and grinds they’ve ever had,” Blaine’s nose scrunched and his entire back squirmed in a shudder that wiggled up his spine. “You’re right. When you really need the caffeine? I guess it doesn’t matter where you’re getting it from as long as you’re getting it.” Laughing softly–he shoved his bottom lip against his upper in a ‘what do you do’ lopsided smirk. “Unfortunately? I am,” a sympathetic, pitiful look over the crowd waiting for their orders stopped when it reached Arthur. “Sorry for rambling,” he smiled sheepishly, “I’m Blaine.”
‘truthfully, i suppose it’s not that horrible, certainly different from what i’m use to.’
arthur shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing a little at the flavor, but it was passable.
‘things could be more boring after all.’
“You’re lucky. You were two stands away from disaster,” Blaine tipped his coffee cup in the direction of an unassuming coffee stand that was oh-so-deceptively blended with the others. “I’m pretty sure the stuff they use met it’s expiry date three years ago and they burn the milk until I don’t think it counts as milk anymore. Best Cup Of Coffee in New York City? Total lie.”
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