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▷OLIVIA◁

once olivia had topped her drink, she passed the canister back over and placed a lid on the drink. her shoulders shrugged lightly as her question. “eh, at first i was going to tell you not to worry about it, but then i guess it started calling my name.” she took a slow sip of her drink, careful not to burn her tongue. it kind of made her grimace, but it would have to work. she needed some form of caffeine. “i don’t think getting whipped cream this one time will make me get diabetes. besides, it’s not like i’m eating it by the spoonful. everyone’s allowed to cheat in one way or the other.” she moved out of the way as other people collected their trips, grabbing one of the holders to avoid burning her hand.  olivia’s eyebrows scrunched together as she heard her answer, releasing a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding. “of course it works, that was definitely the answer that i wanted to hear, thank you.” olivia gave a small smile as she spoke. “you know, now that i think about it? maybe i’ll take one of those cinnamon rolls, you know. to go ahead and boost my chances of getting diabetes.”

“if coffee, or any other type of object, is talking to you, then you need medical help.” calliope had a nasty habit of taking things in the literal sense. of course, she understood exactly what the blonde meant, but she still chose to ignore it. more comfort was found in her comment then saying ‘ oh daddy i feel that! ‘ because everybody related on some type of level but it was controversy that kept you thriving. “every little bit just gets added up in the equation.” tone is straight forward; having a little was fine, but everybody had a varying definition of what a little consisted of. certainly hers didn’t match that of the customers. drinks continued to be formed on a production-esque line, more patrons collecting their caffeine fixed that would’ve been more interesting than olivia, calliope was sure, but still. she was never one to duck from a challenge. “you want diabetes and you hate your bank account. good to know. i’ll be sure to never ask you for a loan if i need it.” the brunette was the first to admit that the coffee was overpriced, as were their other options of consumption, and it was ridiculous that people were willing to pay such things. “if you want it, back of the queue. do i look like a bouncer with a vip clipboard to you?? ---- on second thought, don’t answer that. unless you want to be banned from here for life.” 

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▷honey◁

her first day back was definitely rough and of course she would be stuck with a closing shift. time seemed to be moving much slower and the customers seemed to be even more annoying. her hair was tied into a messy bun and honey was pretty sure she’s scared away plenty of customers with the lack of makeup on her face. she was working the espresso machine as calliope finished up the order and gave it to the customers. the brunette noticed her co-worker have a short outbreak at the register. wondering what was going on, she approached her. ‘ yo, what’s up ? ’, she asked before honey turned to smile at the customer. she noticed the can in her hand and rolled her eyes. ‘ alright, gimme. ’, she mumbled before taking the whipped cream in her hand and topped off the frappe. ‘ here ya go ! ‘, she handed the drink to the customer. honey walked off back to her corner. ‘ control your anger, dude. ’, she muttered to calliope as she began to clean the machines. 

to say that it brought minor delight seeing honey not looking nearly as great as she did would be an understatement. calliope regarded herself a chilled, relaxed human being ( the amount of pot she smoked should attest to that ) but the brunette barista just crawled beneath her skin in a way that was indescribable. there’s a sense of peppiness about her that forces calliope’s stomach to curdle as though she’d just consumed spoiled milk. “just because you’ve come back from whatever little sex-fest trip you were on doesn’t mean you get to undermine me in front of customers, honey.” saying the name forces a shudder through her skin; it was a pet name, and for the first month of knowing honey, calliope almost refused to call her by her name. “i’m not your dude, first off. also i’ve been here, dealing with this shit, while you’ve been swanning off in mexico. i had to work double all week because of you. so thanks for being considerate to the rest of us.” it wasn’t as though anything spectacular was due to happen on the week honey had gone, but that was besides the point.

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▷andrea◁

“ um, not really from the store no, ” she commented with a small chuckle, “ i can get you like free samples & shit but i get sent a lot of stuff to review or just for promo from companies for my youtube videos – far too much for me to ever use that could work on you if you want. i usually just end up donating them but– ” she shrugged, just letting the little ramble fall off of her shoulders. her nose scrunched up at the comment of the two girls one cup remake, “ nah, if i did porn no scat would be involved. it’s this film about a long distance couple where my character finally makes the move across the world to be with her girlfriend & yeah. it’s a cute script. ” biting down on her bottom lip when she heard the comment her eyes drifted away for a moment & then back, “ sorry, didn’t mean to seem that way. just– you’re a lot different than what i remember. i guess i was a little more… drunk than i thought. ”

“so you want me to have your hand-me-downs??” calliope questions. of course, it isn’t like she can’t afford her own make-up, only having half-siblings and all, but who was she to turn down free gifts?? “a rom-com??” the brunette repeats, eyebrows waggle since that’s certainly not her style and from the little she remembers of their encounter, she didn’t expect it to be andrea’s either. “didn’t expect that to be your style. but then i guess, like you said, we were drunker than we thought.” a brief sigh leaves her lips; the drink that andrea ordered has yet to even begun being created, but perhaps the longer she holds off, the longer the manager will stick around. “given that we don’t know each other, what do you say to you buying me a drink and getting to know me?? at least for another night. i mean, before you become the next angelina jolie??” 

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▷andrea◁

“ alright, noted, ” andrea commented with a small nod. she always would respect what people wanted to be called once being made aware of it. a very small chuckle left her glossed lips at the joke, “ as much fun as that was, no not exactly. i’m the store manager of sephora, but i’m on leave right now for um– ” she paused for a moment, trying to find a non-conceited way of saying it, “ for filming for this thing i’m doing. ” thing, being a feature film. clearing her throat she chuckled again, “ well, i am vegan but i am also allergic to lactose, so soy milk would be just… fantastic if you could do that for me. ” 

a store manager ?? now calliope was being forced to rethink a lot of things, mainly how she could have slept with what was essentially the enemy. still, everybody makes mistakes and this would simply have to be one she forgave herself for. “store manager?? can you get me free make-up??” it’s a joke, but only half of one. if andrea wanted to offer free makeup, then calliope certainly wouldn’t deny her. “like, what?? two girls one cup remake??” all that she was doing was proving exactly how little she knew andrea, though it wasn’t like they ever claimed to be bffs. “wow. someone’s a little uptight. have you not had an orgasm since me, or something??”

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Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) (1966) Sonny Bono Cher Cover from: ”How Does That Grab You?” LP

Guitar: Billy Strange (The Wrecking Crew)

Produced by Lee Hazlewood

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▷wren◁

wren was kind-hearted in nature, always seeking to help in time where he felt as if though people needed it most – the situation in the cafe was something that he simply hoped to diffuse, knowing that it would only lead to more irritation for the girl. he waited, his patience long-lasting as the brunette – he notes her name is calliope when looking at her name tag – allows her expression to pull into one of slight shock, as does the query that follows. it’s one that takes him off guard, so much so that breathless laughter leaves him, his lips curling in polite amusement. ‘ no, i’m not – i’ve a boyfriend, currently, so i can assure you that wasn’t my intention. ’ he takes the can from her once she allows him to, and after shaking it with vigor for a few moments, and checking that the nozzle had enough compressed air to allow it through, he tries it out, a dollop appearing with ease onto the pad of his finger. the blond brings it to his lips, before offering her the can once more. ‘ i was just trying to make your day a little less …’ he shrugs, eyeing the manager that was still carefully surveying the shop. ‘ … exasperating. ’

“monogamy is a myth.” that’s all she really has to say on the matter of him having a boyfriend, and to be honest it’s because he has a boyfriend that she spends a little longer looking at him. hazel eyes scanning every inch of the boy ( at least the parts that aren’t blocked by a counter ) wondering if perhaps she should even bother attempting it. “i’m going to charge you for that, by the way. you’ve just wasted perfectly good whipped cream, taste tested it yourself and also not offered me any. plus i might get fired if i get caught giving you freebies.” the brunette explains, sucking on her teeth before a lengthy sigh exits her lips, eyes drifting in the direction of a manager. “i’m on a break in five, you can buy me a drink.” he had no reason to actually buy her a drink, she did get them free after all, but subtlety wasn’t her style. neither was obeying by the laws of the land. “please. i work here. my day is constantly exasperating.” an eye roll is conveyed, before the can is used to create a perfect swirl on the drink for the customer she was supposed to be serving. “have you ordered yet, or are you just standing there because you don’t understand how a queue works, french boy??” 

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▷andrea◁

“right… sorry,” she murmured slightly at the nickname before shaking her head and mumbling, “um, andrea… andy really.” her eyebrow rose at the comment of stalking the girl, before they furrowed together in confusion ; andrea must have been a little more intoxicated than she remembered the night they had met because she definitely didn’t remember the girls… candid personality. “um, i came to get a coffee, ‘cause yanno… this is a coffee place where i sorta work,” sorta being the key word given she was on leave. “can i just get an iced latte with soy milk before you accuse me of something else?” 

"i don’t do nicknames, andrea.” andrea wasn’t a bad name, but andy was like that annoying kid from toy story, so the full name would have to suffice. who didn’t realize that all their toys were alive? idiot boy. “sorta work?? what, do you only lie to people about working here to get back into their pants and tattoo them again??” thick eyebrows raise, her own joke amusing her slightly. okay, maybe it was calliope’s fault for not calling, but that was just the way some things were. “don’t tell me you’re one of those vegans. please, you have an allergy to lactose or something, right?? because on principle i have to give you regular cow milk.” 

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▷andrea◁

being on leave from the mall was proving to be somewhat hard for andrea. she was plenty busy with the beginning of the film starting, though this week was mainly just table reads before they flew out to start filming next week. yet, at every chance she got she found herself back at the mall ; this time in an attempt to get an iced latte from her favorite coffee joint. eyes shifted up from her phone when she heard someone swear quite loudly, eyes narrowing for a second as she saw who it was. stepping closer to the counter when the person in front of her shifted away from the scene, a smile washing across her face, “ wait, callie ?” 

a nickname she loathes catches her attention, hazel eyes falling on a brunette that looks vaguely familiar. the same way that cousins and aunts that you see biennially look familiar. “uh.. calliope,” the brunette confirms. “it’s... amy, right??” it dawns on her that this girl isn’t a cousin or aunt, but in fact someone whom she shares a rather intimate tattoo with on her inner thigh. to say it makes the girl uncomfortable to see a conquest in her place of work wouldn’t be a total exaggeration; was she stalking her, or something. “are you like.. stalking me??  i mean, you were cute but..” a sharp inhale and a look on her face screams yikes due to their current predicament. 

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@CALLIOPEBABY: when will people learn not to piss off their barista?? i won't hesitate to spit in your coffee.

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▷valencia◁

you couldn’t tell by the smile on her face but there was some  anger  brewing.   well, not anger but sadness that formed in anger. embarrassment as well.  her eyes revert from the whipped cream canister that hits the counter back to the other.  “i’m sorry you feel that way.” is what she managed to get out as the tip of her finger nails dig into her skin.  “you don’t have to agree with me.  you don’t even have to like me because we aren’t meant to be friends. instead, last i checked you were serving me coffee. maybe you should just do your job.”

calliope thought she had an attitude?? the words from the other brunette were making it abundantly clear that perhaps it was the other way around. you couldn’t just preach religion and expect everything to be fine; what had ‘ god ‘ ever done for her?? “excuse me??” the audacity of the brunette is too much for the british girl, and so the drink is slammed onto the counter, lid-free making the surrounding area a splash zone. “there’s your coffee. now get out, and ask your precious god if he doesn’t mind giving you the energy to find a new place to piss off the baristas.” 

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▷veronica◁

there were few things that ronnie required to function, and caffeine was certainly one of them. some people liked to keep receipts or take a peek at bank statements to see how much they were spending each month, but the blonde steered clear of that as she was too ashamed to match a monetary value with how much she spent on her morning pick-me-ups. all she knew was that she made enough money to survive, and it didn’t matter to her that a frappuccino was overpriced; it was delicious and well worth it. but as she watched the barista struggle to dispense the whipped cream out of the canister, ronnie couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she did. ❝ seriously, it’s not a big deal at all. you’re probably right, my arteries will thank you without the empty calories. ❞ she said, a smile now plastered across her face in amusement, ❝ it might help to angle the can as you’re pointing it down, though. not just straight down, but like, at an angle, yanno? i’m an avid whipped cream shot taker, so i’ve gotten the hang of it. ❞

obvious annoyance graced calliope’s features due to words that spilled from the blonde’s lips; what did she think this was?? not a training session on how to be a barista at cactus coffee, that was for sure. “don’t tell me how to do my job.” her tone is short, lack of amusement clear by her words. “i don’t come and tell you what you’re doing right and doing wrong. do i do that?? no. don’t come into mine and tell me what to do. i mean, it’s whipped cream. if this was a cure for a deadly disease, then maybe you’d be allowed to input your advice. because that’s important. your whipped cream to achieve the perfect ‘valley girl’ look isn’t important to me.” a head shake accompanies her words; it was always said that there was something different about valley girls, and that of course was not always a good thing. “so, do you want the drink or not?? because if you change your order then that’s fine but i’m charging you twice. this isn’t a free-for-all, y’know??” her eyebrows raise; perhaps the frappuccino was only perfected with whipped cream for the blonde, and in the event of no whipped cream she couldn’t drink it, but if that was the case then it meant a free drink for calliope, sure, but it had to come from someone’s pocket. 

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▷karina◁

karina: just went on my first tinder date, had to go to the bathroom and then ESCAPE karina: he asked me if i keep my cross on during s*x and what my mouth does (?) karina: i don’t know what he means but abort

calliope: he wants to know if you’ll suck his dick. calliope: because you use your mouth to suck dick.  calliope: do you keep the cross on during sex ?? 

�� ｡ ♡ · ˚ INCOMING SNAPCHAT ! FROM 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.

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▷wren◁

in light of his espresso machine’s recent malfunction, wren had opted to stop in to one of the many coffee shops that were riddled amongst the collection of stores that made up fashion valley. while he wasn’t especially keen on spending money every single day for something he deemed entirely essential, it was his only option until charlie finally agreed to take a look at his coffee maker and, hopefully, fix it. he’s queued in the line of one of the shops closest to his store, and is idly scrolling along his instagram timeline, sporadically liking pictures that his coworkers had been posting during their vacation. as he steps forward in line, he hears a wry outburst that causes his head to snap to attention, blue eyes sweeping the interior of the cafe before he locates the source. out of kindness, he abandons his spot in the queue as he sees the continuous struggle of the girl unfold before him. raising a brow, he notes her accent – one that has him missing paris even more, knowing he musn’t be as alone as he felt, being so far from home. ‘ hi, love. ’ his voice was calming, the lilt of his accent touching on his french heritage. he looks to the patron who had ordered whipped creme, and held up a hand as he offered them an apologetic expression. turning his attention back to the distressed brunette before him, he then extends his hand to help. ‘ want me to help ? i know those things can be pests, but i know my way around a whipped creme can. ’

french accent is the first thing to draw her attention to a boy that otherwise calliope was taking zero notice of. it’s not an accent she wants to hear either, given that the rivalry between the french and the british was notorious for running deep. nicknaming her love makes blood boil; was he hitting on her?? seriously?? when she was about to violate around sixty health and safety laws. “are you hitting on me??” the question comes, but it’s not accusatory or particularly cruel. if anything, she’s simply numb, blank, bored. “have at it.” the brunette sighs, handing him the can in an extended hand. truthfully, even if he got the thing working, she wasn’t particularly looking forward to applying the milk-product. “i hope you know that this whole damsel-distress-rescue thing is really outdated, and you shouldn’t get too egotistical about it.” would calliope label herself a feminist?? probably. their views aligned perfectly, but labels weren’t her style. she wasn’t something on a tesco shelf; she wasn’t a tin of beans. heck, if it wasn’t for a passport, she doubted that she’d even label herself a british or american citizen. “but thanks. i guess. for the help. or the offer. or whatever.” those two little words, thank you were foreign to calliope and that’s exactly why she refuses to meet his eye when she says them.

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▷valencia◁

yes, she wanted that whipped cream. the pout on her face stayed for only a second or two before eyebrows furrowed. what would her father say when being presented with this kind of negativity? what would her pastor say?   ‘you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness.’   right, be gentle. so instead of an attempt at a snippy comment, she leans in closely to the other and smiles. “today is clearly a challenging day. i’ll pray for you.”  

“you’re going to do what for me now??” calliope raises her eyebrows, before the whipped cream is not-so-gently stood upon the counter, her full attention turned to the brunette. “i don’t need your prayers. i don’t want your prayers. god?? doesn’t exist. he’s a myth. he’s an idea. you don’t get to put my name in your mouth or in your head or wherever you want just because you’re stupid enough to believe in that some white dude in the sky gives a shit about us.”

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▷olivia◁

thankfully, olivia hadn’t been in a rush that morning, and while she would have preferred a cup from her keurig, she figured that overpriced chain coffee was going to have to work. she had been willing to wait for her americano with whipped cream ( a weird combination, she knows ), but it takes the barista’s outburst to make her take her attention away from her sister’s snapchat story. before she can tell her not to worry about the whipped cream, the brunette is speaking. olivia’s head tilted slightly, tucking her phone into her back pocket. “may i?” she questioned, motioning towards the canister of whipped cream, which she slips from the other’s grasp. while she was originally fine without the cream, olivia found herself suddenly craving the sugary topping. “these things are a little tricky.” the blonde exhales, working at the top of the canister, which soon pops off. “but just like that, it’s open and my arteries might be a little sad today, but i think they’ll survive. is the barista life getting to you?” she looks up towards the other, adding a perfect swirl to the top of her americano. 

if this woman could make it work, then she was more than welcome to the cream, but frankly calliope was about .3 seconds from dashing the canister from the store front windows and smashing the joint up. “you really want that whipped cream, huh??” surely it was simpler for the brunette to simply get a new can ( which was unlikely of her doing, due to the fact it was more than the bare minimum ) but heck, if the customer wanted to do it herself, then that was her decision. “they might not survive. you could die. or get diabetes.” she shrugs; just because someone looked healthy didn’t mean that they were. questioning of something that was even remotely personal was such a large no go that a series of blinks have to progress before she can even begin to fathom words to form. “yeah. sure. if that makes you feel better. i dream of dancing coffee beans; that work for you??” a job was a job was a job----- she didn’t take her work home, she barely took it to work. “you need anything else to send you into a sugar-based coma?? or am i allowed to give this to you and go on my break??” the promise of a break was made only once she was sorted, and though she hated her job with a fiery passion, she didn’t feel like getting fired. not today, at least. 

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▷karina◁

“ woah — ” tentatively, karina treaded backwards, away from the hazardous situation unfolding in front of her, as her eyes darting around and she extended her lips into an uneasy smile, at whatever startled customer allowed their line of sight to meet hers. “ doubt it’ll be the whipped cream that kills me, cal. m’ probably gonna’ meet my gruesome end from the way you’re moving that thing about. ” she whispered, after eventually gallantly having the confidence to lean her body in closer. “ i don’t need whipped cream, though, it’s fine. ” waving a hand in dismissal, karina pulled her purse from her bag, before picking up a straw which was set in a cluster on the counter. “ but, i really wanna’ start taking bets on how long you’re gonna’ stay working here before a complaint sends you beggin’ for a job at build-a-bear or something. god forbid. ”

“you’re missing five letters.” calliope almost spits at the girl. she loathed nicknames with every fibre of her being; cal, callie, lia---- if it wasn’t the name her parents gave her at birth, then she wasn’t responding to it. giving her an unwarranted nickname was the quickest way to piss her off; it was probably one of the only things that would cause her to rage. “at the end of the day... who cares?? you’ve got your coffee, right?? and it isn’t late or whatever. i get the job done, which is the important thing.” she shrugged, a sense of serenity being a switch from her earlier frostiness towards karina. or, well, towards the nickname karina had gifted her. “plus i don’t think they’d like me in build-a-bear. i smell like cigarettes, but the coffee masks it.”