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Mandy laughed softly as Walter selected a strange Japanese game show

How much fun is this? thought Mandy as she sipped from her newest Coffee Cup

She was like a grounded bird and even though she hated it she was still drawn to her new situation because for reasons she couldn't explain she thought "Here Was a place to experience the world as she never had before"

Feeling a need for a little Jazz in her life the Goddess of Coffee flicks the music to an old tune she's just found

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Salvia her cat jumps up on the counter and drinks from a cold cup of coffee left by some trendy over creamer using hipster who had tried to bore Mandy with how cool he was as he sought a chink in her armor hoping he could make her a part of his hipster harem

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She pets the Cat as she continues to explore the fascinating subject of Haka's and Maori culture

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Mandy pulls out a nonstandard rolled cancer stick and lights it as she thinks how Coffee and cigarettes have always complimented each other and wonders if there is a chemical connection. Then as she is about to perform a search to see is some rich ad company or anti fun group has ever done a study on the subject opens a page about the Ta moko of the Maori and settles down before she exposes herself to propaganda from either camp of tobacco

Yawning and stretching she closed her Laptop and pulled the Donegal from it and tucked the hardware security device in her pants pocket as she actually picks up a broom.

She doesn't do a good job and would likely have the manager on her rear if she weren't both manager and owner but at least the floor is clean...well clean enough.

She is alone in her place and it feels good to have the coffee bar empty if you don't count a cat whose face looked as if he'd chased a mouse to its hole and wrecked into the wall so she decided to have a bit of fun so she selects her secret passion.



Then she makes the broom her tango partner and moves with seductive grace taking lead to her brushy partner her her hips swaying in time to the electronic beat

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Surrendering her self to the passionate rhythm she is possed her movements an expression of her inner desires as she recalls Niece and the men there who knew how to move with her and coax her movements by their own skill.



Saliva sits on a stool near the bar and watches as his mistress seems to have gone insane dancing in the empty place but he's just a cat and can't see into her heart and the smoky nights in Brazil or that time in New York when she spent nearly three hours practically making love on the dance floor with a man who though in his mid 50s moved like a god

She stopped then took a breath before returning to her laptop and putting on


to cleanse her auditory palate

She lit a cig and then poured herself her next cup and plugged in the Donegal and started up her system

What a fuckin' shithole.

Juliet stood outside the shop with her skateboard in hand, practically scoffing in her mind why some people would wanna hang at a place that looked like it was visited by the SS during Kristallnacht, but then again, those were probably the kinda people who thrashed in some dude's basement to a crappy PA system, jumped off of rooftops, and lit walls on fire after sniffing the gas fumes. In short, her kinda people.

She strolled into the shop up to the counter. The music was...okay, if you were the sort of techno dweeb who jerked off to the final scene of Blade Runner, but Juliet figured the pleb hipster couldn't hear her over it...

So she reached over to the laptop...and slammed it shut.

"Yo, hipster! How much for a cup?"

Mandy looks up from her Laptop at the Blue haired and sighs

"We don't do Hipsters here, we might tolerate them if they keep it to themselves but none found here...it's 3.25 a cup free refills and no special blend jus Chock full of Nutz regular or decafe.

Creamers and sugar over there"

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Saliva tries to claim his mistresses keyboard forcing Mandy to pick the ugly cat up and set him on the floor

"Pfft! Whatever gets rid of a hangover." Juliet fished a few bucks out of her wallet, carelessly tossing them over. "Here. Keep the change. Looks like you need it to fix up this shit of a place." Coldly she grabbed a mug and sat at the farthest table back she could find. There wasn't a whole lot of people about, but a coffee shop that looked like the LA riots was here wasn't gonna drag in alot of customers.

But that's fine since people gave Juliet cancer.

Mandy looks at the Blue Hair and wonders if she is just a bitch or scared to be civil

The cup fitting her customer too well

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as sort of buffer she flicks the music to something annoying


Followed by

Juliet just sat quietly, gulping down her coffee, which in her opinion tasted like burnt ass, but at least the sick was gone from her stomach, for now. From the corner her eye, she had noticed the hipster chick (yeah, she was a hipster, don't deny it) eyeballing her. Fuck was her problem? Merely, she just brushed it off and threw back the last of that fucking black ink in her cup, along with throwing her mug on the floor.

She then walked over to the bar again and leaned over it, "So that flyer outside says rooms to rent, right? How much we talkin'?"

And just what the fuck was she listening to?

"Huh...nice tunes. Sounds like an Alabama trailer park with a hidden meth lab."

New Orleans and from the wrong side of the tracks.

Rooms are 300 a month up front no lease and no questions if I say you're out

Oh and While I don't care if you take the cup I do mind if you break them on the floor...brooms over there" Mandy does little to hide her annoyance at the new person as she touches the little present she learned to use from a Singapore Chinese sailor when she did some time as a ship's cook

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Selects something to reflect her mood

Juliet gave her a scowl that pretty much said Fuck you, bitch! Clean it yourself!

"Still pretty redneck. I'm from Iowa, Des Moines actually.
Name's Juliet. I don't have much cash, so could I probably do some work around here to pay my rent? This crapsack looks like it needs all the help it can get, plus you don't have to worry about leaving that precious laptop of yours." She said with a lazy grin.

"Ya mind?"

She reached over and changed the music to something...a hell of alot more fitting to her.

Many's left Eyebrow arcs as the offending person touches her sacred machine and she flicks the music off even though it it one she likes and pulls up



There are few rules here and one of them is that my Laptop is my laptop and only I finger her as for a job I don't have any openings, Walter is the only worker I have and he's not here right now because they're burying another of his friends.

If you need money the exotic dance club has openings all the time Her voice is calm but perhaps too calm would be a better description

Amy looked at the two of them for a moment before backing away from the counter to a chair near by, to watch the two go at it, she would have bet money this wouldn't end all too well.

Sighing Mandy decides it isn't worth the effort to become someone she hates and pushes back her inner demoness

Julie I am not so easy to bait mainly because I don't care.

This craphole was left to me as the winner of the death lottery when my Grandparents died

I try to do as little as possible here except what amuses me and I hate when my amusement is interrupted.

I move the music selection around because I am easy to bore

I don't run a charity I in fact run this place on the smallest margin

Its why we don't do trendy or special

You're stuck asking me to rent you a box of a room with a shared bathroom and I'm stuck here till I sell the place

I can't leave till I have cash in hand but you can at my whim because this is my home

Make jokes about my selection, groan and claim your ears are bleeding but never touch my Laptop

Juliet's brow furrowed, a bitter scowl forming across her lips. This lazy yutz of a barista, it wasn't enough to sit there and listen to her bawl about her problems Boo fuckin' hoo, drama llama! but the stripper crack, she's lucky Julie broke 'ol sticky (her knife) the other day.

"Fine. Whatever. This place'll probably catch fire due to the faulty wiring, so fuck it. I'm better off sleepin' in a van down by the river than this hillbilly ass shitsack. So bon voy-fuck you, Queen Bitch."

And out the door Juliet was, possibly to never be seen or heard from again...but not before pulling a sharpie from her pocket and leaving a huge middle finger on the storefront window.

Mandy watched as the Blue haired Juliet stomped over to the window and added to the place's artwork. Sure she could have tried to be understanding but smashing a cup and adding that she didn't seem to understand that any other place would have kicked her out at that point.

Did she think she would just walk in and begin doing whatever the hell she wanted; well that answer was obvious.

Sighing she returned to researching the Maori Ta moko and how it was done using chisels so that it not only tattooed the skin but in effect sculpted it so that each swirl and arc could be read with the fingertips.

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She smiled at Amy thinking of the many others in her life she'd run into who displayed such anger in pointless gestures of violence. Sure the cup only cost her a dime at a yardsale and was something she could care less about if it had been taken but she had just finished sweeping the floor. Then there was the unwanted touch of her personal property, her laptop was her only way to explore the world at this point in her own life and something she defended even from those few she called friends; Walter and Amy were the only ones she allowed to touch it and the old man the one she worried the least about.

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Annoyed with modern and predictable music she Mandy went Primal



Eivor was a good release of her my primitive nature even though she couldn't understand a word

Eventually, it was the threat of someone walking in and impaling themselves that made Mandy get up from her computer and grab the broom so she could sweep the shattered cup up off the floor and as she did she thought of her own past and how she could have been Juliette.

She had run away from home, walked the streets done things of which she wasn't proud, run with losers and thugs but somehow she'd been able to remain untouched by the anger so many had buried inside.

Was she special? Mandy didn't think so; that would mean life was watched over by capricious Gods or Spirits and the Idea that it was more than mathematical probability depressing. Could she have tried to be more understanding, it took effort to try and be understanding and she hated having to expend her time needlessly.

No the Blue haired girl could learn as she had learned all on her own because in the end you only had yourself to depend on.

So she swept up the shattered cup and dumped it in the trash a forgotten memory of the person who had smashed it in microcosm.

When she sat back down she looked at the tattoos or Ta moko and thought of how they were both reflections of the inner person on display for those who cared to read them. She had no such identifiers on her body and it was more about her private security than an esoteric choice that she had none; the police used them to ID people. Hell the prisons and the Feds had a Biometric database of people's tattoos and used them as a method of ID like fingerprints and the bonus in gang tatts was they told the person's history if you knew what you were looking at.

Mandy had learned early from a former Elite military man turned bum and addict how it worked; she wasn't sure if he was right but he'd claimed that the FBI and other government agencies even planted camera's in know Gang Tattoo shops so they could add the newst art on subjects of interest.

"It isn't paranoia to always think they were watching because sometimes they were" she said softly to herself

"What did you mumble, Mandy?" Amy asked as she moved closer to the counter again. "And what did she want, you guys didn't seem to get along, which makes no sense , since you just so cute." she said laughingly as she reached out and scratched Mandy's arm.

Just that it's not paranoia, they do watch us every now and then

Juliette? She's working through anger issues

Buddha once said, "Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned."

I'm to lazy to stay mad

Mandy then sticks out her tongue

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