Summary:Sharon & Darcy meet at a coffee shop Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's mid-afternoon, that quiet time between lunch and after work hours when the corporate drone could stop in for a much needed cup of caffeine. It's into this peaceful scene, that one Darcy Lewis enters. She's got a few bags already, moving up to the counter to order a too sweet iced white chocolate mocha and a muffin.
Sharon has been shopping as well, but is currently transferring clothes to her backpack while she waits for her order to come up. Mostly shirts and blouses, which isn't surprising as the young woman has not just lavender hair, but a long, fluffy lavender cat's tail behind her, so jeans and such have to be altered. And there's no doubt that it is real, even though she tries to keep it close to her, it twitches far too much to be a costume piece. When the barista calls out 'Sharon', she snags her bag and heads up, collecting a frozen concoction in a tall clear glass that looks more like a mocha milkshake than anything else. The two inches of whipped cream piled on top definitely contributes to the effect.
Her order paid for, Darcy turns to find a place to sit, just as the betailed Sharon makes her way over.
It's the hair that first draws Darcy's attention. The soft purplish hue catching the eye and making her smile warming and push her glasses a bit further up the bridge of her nose. She inhales to complement the colow when motion catches her eye.
"Is that a tail?"
That's not at all what Darcy was planning to say, but it's what comes out and so Darcy just rolls with it.
"God, it's gorgeous. Like your hair. Like yourself," is added at the end. Not an after thought but the sharing of the middling thought that sprang to mind when Darcy's eyes rolled up from twitching swaying cat tail to the hair whose color had initially caught her eye.
Sharon grins, "Yes, is real. The color too." Even her eyes are lavender, and slitted like cat eyes. She takes a long sip of her drink through a straw, then gives a small, pitiful mew as her face scrunches up in pain. "brain freeze…."
To hear that the tail and the hair color are both real prepares Darcy just enough for those eyes. The very human woman stops, a parted lip smile on her face.
"wow," she says after a very long moment of peering into them, watching the way the slits shift as Sharon's eyes do in that unconscious way the eyes have when flitting about the face of another.
And then there was a mew. Darcy's face scrunches up in sympathy.
"oooh, yeah. those are a fucking bitch," she breathes.
"Should drink slow, but so HOT out. And not even July yet!" Sharon's face makes some interesting expressions as she tries to make the brain freeze go away, and then she takes a second, smaller sip. "August… think will just stay inside, in the AC. Hibernate? No. Estivate is word. Wake when fall comes." Her tone is clearly joking. If only she could just sleep until the summer is over!
The tone and the words have Darcy giggling brightly.
"Sure. Gimme your number and I'll wake you when September ends."
….we will not be placing bets on how long Darcy's been holding on to THAT one. Nope.
"Darcy," is called out, and she looks back, smiling to get her drink and her muffin. She takes her own measured sip.
"So.. I'm Darcy. You're Sharon. Want to share a table?"
Sharon smiles at that. "Sure!" She snags her backpack, seeming to have that instead of a purse, and picks a table that has her back to the wall, and thus her tail out of the way. "Hope Darcy not mind, don't like back to the room. Some JERKS think funny to pull tail." Her grammar is fractured oddly, articles tend to get dropped, and she doesn't seem to use pronouns.
Sharon nods to the bags. "Shopping? Been thrift shopping, looking for clothes. New York -so- much better than Massachusetts. Never want to go to mall again!"
"Oh, no. Not at all. I wouldn't want asshat pulling my tail either," Darcy replies, happily taking the back-to-the-room chair and setting her bags on another. The odd language structure is noted, but for the moment, Darcy sets it to the side as 'foreign langage'.
"Oh, yeah. Lots of shopping. Just started a new job so, I gotta look the part, you know?" she rambles, unwrapping the muffin and offering it out.
"Want some?"
Sharon shakes her head no, "Want to be hungry for dinner… can't decide. Thai or Sushi. Starting school, had to quit for while. Going back now." Yeah, the whole registration thing, that could have seriously disrupted someone like her's education. It's not like anyone could mistake Sharon for normal. "Trying to decide… writing? Computer science? History? Too many choices, hard find job no matter what so…" She sighs, shrugs.
The muffin refused for so good a reason, Darcy smiles and brings it to her lips for a bite.
"Ooh.. Thai," she seems to purr, head nodding on a grin. But then the conversation moves on to school and how hard finding a job is.
"Hmm.. Yeah. I have to say I did luck out with mine. Paid intership. Why not try for that? Or even workstudy at the college until you've sorted out where to go after that? I hear there's plenty of movement on the computer science end, and history? Well… there's museums and teaching for that. Depends on what you're into I guess." Does it occur to Darcy to think that Sharon's troubles are because of her appearance? Likely not.
"Paid internship? Lucky! Doing what?" She seems interested, one might even say kitty curious. "Internship good idea, will look into it. As for history, maybe archeology better choice. Curious as to how much stories of past true, how much made up. How much idiot men rewrite because facts must be wrong if not agree with what old white men think." She grins a little, "Maybe not internship. Have problem, say what feel, even if not polite."
"Yeah. The Asgardian Embassy. I get to work with the Prince himself. It's all really fancy," Darcy says, sipping her coffee before taking another btie of muffin. Sharon rants and Darcy holds a hand up to testify: "Preach, sister. But yeah, it's a miracle I got this one, I think. I cussed in the prince's face."
Sharon smiles at that, "So cool! Never met Asgardian prince. Probably best. Soooo many questions." She sips her drink. "But male stupidity example. Viking grave, many weapons, figure in armor. Labelled warrior grave. Then bone studies come back. Surprise! Is female. So StupidMaleProfessors change mind! Can't be warrior, must be queen, armor just ceremony. As if women never fight. As if no trans persons before Stonewall." She is waving her hands now as she talks, her tail actually fluffing up with emotion. "Is so SO stupid. Not sure could keep my mouth shut long enough for degree, in face of stupidity."
"But honey, that's exactly why you NEED to get your degree, and be out there. We need to hear the stupid, and there needs to be the academic backgroun to support it so they'll shut the fuck up and realize they being the stupid," Darcy says, leaning toward the kitty, drawn tot hat fervor.
Sharon slumps, sighs. "Not listen to me. Talk funny, no one listens. Why thinking computers. Become programmer. Not talk to people much. Text, email, easier to put words how people want."
"Well, granted, your English is a little off, but not any worse than a foreign language speaker's. Better, in fact. I had this one classmate from god knows where,and his English was wretched. But he was hella smart and worked hard and the sweetest thing. People that are trying to put you down because you're English is rough can go fuck themselves," Darcy fires back, because that's another STUPID moment.
Sharon smiles. "Thanks. Old school, some teachers kept trying to prove cheating, thought no way could be smart enough to pass. New school, better so far. Teachers giving chance."
"I'm glad you got a better school. I hate those fucks you think intelligence is on the outside," Darcy retorts, picking up her drink. "To better schools and better opportunities," she offers as a toast, holding her drink out to be clinked.
Sharon clinks her glass with Darcy's. "Darcy probably gets it too. Small, cute, so StupidPeople think harmless, brainless. Least Asgardian Prince not stupid, gives you chance, yes?"
"Exactly. I'm short. I'm adorable. I'm got tig ol' bitties. I must be dumb as doornails. But I'm not, and I don't take anyone's shit," Darcy expounds on a grin, after sharing that drink of a toast with Sharon. "I sure hope he's not stupid. I Google'd him while I was on the Subway, and dudes got some epic myths about him, which if I get to believe them and that he's capable of oragami'ing reality means if I pissed him off he could turn me into a newt. Actually, that could be hilarious, but only if I get better."
That brings a giggle from Sharon, and she mimics the accent and timing of the Monty Python line. "I got better…" She giggles again, "Monty Python and the Holy Grail, yes?"
"Yass Gurrl!" Darcy crows happily, noting that when Sharon's quoting, the pronouns and the articles happen.
"That movie was tops," she adds, eating the last of her muffin and drinking more of her drink.
Sharon nods eagerly, then sighs. "Want to see Spamalot someday. Maybe on tour, yes?" Since it's no longer running on Broadway. "Spamilton running now, but haven't seen Hamilton, so…" She shrugs her indifference, then smiles. "Live theatre is great. Looks less real, feels moreso. Because audience and people righter."
A gentle chuckle and Darcy drinks more of her coffee. "So… didja find all you wanted to?" she asks.
Sharon makes a see-saw motion with her hand. "Real nice blouses. Some skirts long enough to hide tail, but pants… pants a problem." There's a vibration from her backpack, and she fumbles for her phone. "Sorry… is ride checking up on me. Have to get this."