dear_mun | Where my coffee lovers at?

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Where my coffee lovers at?

It's International Coffee Day and the first person you think of is me?

Okay, I like my coffee, don't get me wrong here, but I'm not that obsessed with it. I don't need ten cups to get me through the day. And sure, maybe one of those 'in-game' achievements was to go around the woods collecting coffee thermoses, which you haven't finished by the way, but really? It's just me? You have to have to know other people besides me.

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Alright, fine. Go drink some more for the both of us then.

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[Oh! The Courier cracks a faint smile.]

Chicory coffee is good, too, if you've ever had it before. ...I didn't know there was a holiday for drinking coffee, though. Should everyone hunt for thermoses in celebration?

I've actually never tried it. Heard plenty of good things about it, just never got around to trying it myself.

Apparently this was the first that either of us have heard of the holiday. And no, hunting for thermos isn't a part of the celebration; it was for something completely different.

It's a little woodsy-tasting, but it's an acquired taste.

Oh. [Pause.] Uh, why were there thermoses in the woods?

Why? I have no idea. One of those game achievements or something. Apparently there's around a hundred of them. [Alan, don't you know you were the star of a video game?]

[Hawke will just be sitting over here sipping from the largest thermos ever created. Roughly the size of a Big Gulp.]

[And Alan is just going to stare. First at the giant thermos, then at you, then back at the thermos.]

[Laughing. Just... laughing.

You made a demon laugh. Congrats Alan.]

[No, no congrats. Alan's too uneasy with your appearance right now. And your laughing, it's unsettling. But, despite that, he still responds.]

What?

Of all of the things in the world, why coffee?

[He might still be snickering under his breath.]

Not a fan huh? [Well of course not, what's coffee to- whatever the hell you are. Does he even ask what you enjoy? And please don't say human blood... Please?]

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No. It's generally used to fix hangovers. But just drinking more will do that anyway. And is a much more fun option.

[For all the metal shit all in him, he's actually pretty harmless.]

Well, yeah, I drank it a lot for that reason, but it also helped keep me awake. Not a fan of over indulging though. I kind of need steady fingers.

[Good to know. Too bad Alan doesn't know.]

And there's something you need to stay awake for?

[Oh now he's interested.]

Always.

[Uh oh.]

You're not being very forthcoming.

[Is he inching closer? Is it just your imagination?]

Maybe I don't feel like it.

[Oh god, get away!
Well, Alan's standing his ground. For now, at least.]

Then why say anything at all in the first place.

[Even cloooooooser. Spoiler Alert: he's immune to flashlights. WHAT DO?]

Keeps you guessing.

[Noo, you know his defense, and it doesn't work. Abort mission!]

Well that's not very nice. And here I'm trying to be civil.

[Is there a convenient cabin in the woods to run to?]

I never said I was nice. The tabloids never did.

[I don't know. There was always one near in Bright Falls. But here? Uh- Alan, just shut up and maybe it'll go away on its own. Stop sassing it.]

Tabloids? Now I don't think we're talking about the same thing at all.

[Awww.. he likes the sass. Also stop being interesting and he'll get bored and wander away. But you're being so twitchy he can't resist! He's also probably within lunging distance. Just .. you know.. FYI.]

Yeah. [Tabloids. Paparazzi. They can be worse than demons you know.] And you're probably right about that.

[Alan can't help it; he's an interesting guy. Dark, evil things like him apparently. And twitchy? Well, that's not the coffee, he hasn't had enough for that effect, but it's a good thing he is, because now he may just be stepping back and avoiding your reach.]

So coffee. Tabloids. Steady fingers. What is this deep dark secret thing you do that you're so hesitant to share?

[This dark semi-evil thing likes him anyway. They'll be bffs in no time.]

It's not so much a secret as it is a profession. I'm sure you're aware of writing. [Dark secret? What dark secret? Nothing possessed him and used him to try to free itself into the world; you're crazy.

Uh, no thanks on the BFF bit. Alan already has one. So he's just going to continue to distance himself from you.]

Yes. I'm aware of writing.

[This is where his eyeroll would go if he wasn't all demony and sort of above that.]

So why so cagey?

[Not far enough apparently. He's by your side again, reaching out to shove at your shoulder now Alan. Just to see what he'll do. It's an experiment okay?

Hey, but this bff you could sic on your publisher guy when he called too much. You're hurting his demon- feelings.]

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[Well, for starters, he doesn't even answer back to your question. When he feels the shove, Alan reacts with it, a jerk of surprise, and the flashlight comes out, blasting the other with the beam. Even though the light doesn't work on him, Alan doesn't know this (but both muns do unfortunately). And sure, it would've been great if Barry hadn't called him so much, but it's been two years since he's even contacted the guy. And no, he's not looking for a new friend either.

Finally, he responds.]

Pushing people is a great way to get answers. [Sarcasm.]

[He just stares at the flashlight, debating about ripping it out of his hands.]

So is blinding someone with a flashlight.

[Fight sarcasm with sarcasm.]

[And now Alan is alongside his mun swearing obscenities at the fact that light has no effect on it. Would a gun? Should we let the mun know first this time again, or let them both be surprised?]

I wasn't asking you anything. [He's still defensive, despite that the one thing that's saved him numerous times isn't doing its job.]

[Flashlights won't solve all your problems Alan. Also a gun would work, though it would make him really, really angry. Also be forewarned that he bleeds this nasty black goo and he'll make it a point to get it all over you.]

Oh relax. I'm not going to suddenly attack you.

[Not all of his problems, but lately it's the only thing he's really needed.]

Heh, yeah. You just shoved me.

You consider that an attack? It must be quite a lovely world you normally live in. Are there birds singing and choreographed dancing as well?

In some cases. [He doesn't even want to know what you consider an attack. Doesn't want to stick around to see it either; and honestly, he probably won't even see it coming.]

Hardly. [He has one hand on the flashlight, another hand in his pocket reaching for his gun. He really should run, yet, for whatever reason won't. A part of Alan wants to know more, but on the other hand, doesn't.] More like police sirens and crowded subways. [Used to be. Alan actually misses it.]

[Don't worry Alan, he's not gonna attack you. In fact he's pretty harmless unless you're Ethan or you make him angry.]

Sounds like my kind of place. Except instead of crowded they were filled with deranged criminals with crowbars, dead birds, and serial killers.

[Oh... Alan has been known to piss people off. Demons too, or whatever that Dark Presence was. Sometimes he does it purposely, sometimes accidently, but mostly just the first.]

That sounds like a part of New York's charm that movies only want to show.

Close. But grittier. And a lot more ... oozy. Don't ask me why. I'm not the decorator. I'd put in some choice changes.

More bars for one. And free firearms for all!

Oozy? [He did not like the way that sounded from both the demon's mouth and his own.]

Sounds like a real cheerful place.

Yeah you know.. oozy.

[You wanted a demonstration right? That sounded like he was asking for a demonstration. DEMONSTRATION IT IS. The Demon pretty much dissolves into a puddle of black oozy goop that spreads out and will get all over Alan's shoes if he doesn't move.

A few minutes later he reforms, good as new.]

Oozy.

[Oh god.

The gun comes out, yet, Alan doesn't use it. It's more like it's there to be used as a method of threat, and besides, he's too busy stepping back in fear and disgust at what's happening now.

And he keeps stepping back, even after this demon has reformed, almost ready to run now. In fact, he should run.]

Yeah, oozy. Okay, I get it.

Hey, you asked.

[He can't help being made of gooey nastiness. Don't judge him!]

So no, it's not real cheerful. It's also windy, rainy, overcast, and there's a legion of homeless people who want to beat you to a pulp for fun.

Great place to visit. Bring the kids.

A holiday just for coffee? I'm missing out. I would hope there would be some sort of party for the occasion.

It's the first we've both heard of it. Apparently some coffee shops give out free drinks.

Too bad we missed out on the festivities. Zach and I would've shown our support. Free drinks or not.

There doesn't seem to be much in terms of festivities. Just a lot of vocal publicity and caffeine abuse.

Sounds about right. Every other holiday has something to overindulge on and fueled by publicity. Copious amounts of food on Thanksgiving with a large parade on television. Overspending on gifts to give to others for Christmas...See the pattern?

Don't forget the sugar high on Easter and Halloween. Hell, every holiday you're expected to go into diabetic shock.

Give it enough time, there will be a parade. They already have gifts that can be sold.

I'm not sure kids will be too thrilled about the idea of a personified cup of coffee floating down 34th St. That sounds like terrible marketing.

I've seen worse.

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Laaaate! Stupid RL

/sobs forever. Nah, no worries. <3

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