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Christmas Bonus (Scyvie) - Phryne

A/N: Hi y’all. Here’s the last Starbucks au drabble of the ficmas season :(. Good news is, you can read more of this au in a week or so when I’m finished with the whole fic. Comment and reblog if you enjoyed!

“Just give me five more minutes, yeah?” Scarlet called across the counter, pouring milk into a cold cup.

Yvie nodded, still waiting for Scarlet to finally get her lunch break so they could go out to the new sushi place down the block that Scarlet seemed excited to try. But the store was swamped, overfilled with people and sounds, Scarlet rushing around behind the counter to accommodate for the pre-lunch rush.

Yvie fingered at a white felt stocking that hung in front of the pick-up counter, with its messy red stitches along the edges and along the little silver stars decorating the front and back, Scarlet piped along the top in silver glitter in her perfect loopy handwriting.

“Cute decorations, babe,” Yvie said to Scarlet, watching her drop off two iced lattes at the end of the counter. “You got your own stocking.”

“Yeah.” Scarlet turned away for a moment, taking up the drink in her hand, scanning over its markings with speed and accuracy. “Iced venti chai for Megan,” she shouted over the mounting din, handing it off to Megan with a little slip of paper, a grin, and a have a wonderful holiday, Megan in her all too cheerful tone. Far, far too cheerful for being covered in what looked to be dried, spilled milk.

A man picked up the other drink. She nodded, wishing him a happy holiday as well, ripping off another slip of paper and handing it to him. At the sight of the little snowman drawn on his cup, he thanked her.

Scarlet turned back to Yvie, pulling her hair back and resecuring it with a silver scrunchie. “Yeah so the stocking isn’t really decoration, it’s for customers to vote for their favorite or best barista.” Scarlet held up a pad of tear off paper, shaped like Holiday Starbucks cups, tapping at it adamantly. “Whoever gets the most votes gets a bonus. It’s like a morale booster.”

Yvie studied Scarlet as she held up the pad of coffee cups, how her eyes crinkled at her edges; how she leaned forward, explaining that everyone who got a drink got one of them to vote with; how she peered over the lip of the counter before asking Yvie to “guestimate…how many votes do I have?” She pulled herself up, looking Yvie in the eye. “Like, more or less than twelve?”

Yvie crouched down, poking at each stocking. Really, all of them looked nearly empty. She could see a few slips stuck in Scarlet’s stocking though. And a straw wrapper. But a few votes for sure.

“Uh, I don’t think a lot of people are voting,” Yvie replied gently, watching as Scarlet pressed her lips together before putting a smile back on.

“So that means less than twelve.”

She couldn’t understand Scarlet’s fixation on having these votes, but she did understand that Scarlet had to feel hurt by this contest, especially given that her past confidence wasn’t misplaced—if people were voting, she’d be blowing all the other baristas out of the water.

“Yes, but no one else—”

“It’s fine, Yvie.” Scarlet sighed, restocking the sleeves. “I would have liked the money, maybe use it for some new headshots, but it’s whatever. It’s literally fine.” She glanced off into the store, noticing the diminished line. She untied her apron. “Let’s just go to lunch, yeah?”

At the sight of Scarlet’s tight little frown, surely trying in vain to assure Yvie that she really was fine with not getting these little votes, being looked over despite all her hard work, Yvie decided to do something about it. Something bold. She snatched up the little pad of paper from the counter and climbed on the coffee table.

“Attention. Everyone’s attention,” she bellowed, voice warm, forceful, a slowly spreading fire, continuing only when she had enough eyes on her. Continuing despite Scarlet’s shuffling, apron still half on, eyes darting between her girlfriend and the customers.

It was time to put forth a few arguments. She was a lawyer after all.

“I am under the impression that we all received one of these slips of paper, yes?” She held up the little pad, earning a grumble in response, a few people digging through their jacket pockets to find it.

“You may use this paper to vote for your favorite barista, using the corresponding stocking, to my left.” She glanced over, finding Scarlet stuck in the same position, still fixed on the scene Yvie was putting on.

“I will be placing my vote for Scarlet, and I firmly believe you all should as well.” Yvie held up her latte from that morning, now cold, containing only the last dregs of espresso. “Every coffee Scarlet made today has a snowman drawn on the side of it. She takes the time to make us cute little drawings to brighten our days.” She watched as a few people turned their cups around, peering over at the little snowman, chuckling at his little stick hands, some of her drawings featuring speech bubbles with funny snowman sayings in them.

“Furthermore, Scarlet gives everyone a personalized greeting and the occasional bad holiday joke. You cannot leave here without your day being even the slightest bit brightened by that care and kindness.”

“And lastly, Scarlet—” Yvie pointed over at her, voice softening, her timbre warm and crackling as opposed to the fire before. “Scarlet is the nicest, most positive person here. She has remade countless drinks with a smile. She has burns all over her fingers from toasting your bagels just right and steaming your milk.” She fixed her gaze to Scarlet. “She has dreams beyond this. She is beyond this. And yet she comes in every day ready and able to make everyone she meets day—hell, sometimes their life—better.” She faced the crowd once more, tearing off a slip of paper, waving it out in front of her. “Your vote is the least she deserves. Thank you.”

Yvie stepped down, returning to the counter to gather her things and take Scarlet out to lunch.

Scarlet looked between Yvie and the people who began to step forward, sticking their slips in Scarlet’s stocking, exhaling peacefully, her brow faltering, eyes watery. “Thank you. You didn’t have—”

Yvie shook her head adamantly. “Yes I did. Let’s get lunch babe.”

So Scarlet grabbed her coat and bag, rounding the counter, taking Yvie’s hand in hers as they strode out of the store and out into the bustling street.

Yvie stroked he knuckles with her thumb, waiting for the do not crosssign to turn. “Well,” she began. “I’m sure you have more than twelve now.”

Scarlet yanked Yvie down a bit, rising up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on her cheek, Yvie diverting, turning accept a quick peck on the lips and Scarlet’s residual giggle.

“Thank you,” Scarlet muttered against her jaw. “I love you.”

Yvie clasped Scarlet’s hand again. “I love you too.”

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