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Aber egaaaaaaaaaaal, ich komme und bringe Fic. Und verstecke sie hier, weil sie mir peinlich ist. Englisch, nicht Korrektur gelesen und ich hab Thor immernoch nicht gesehen, also schlag mich nicht. *hust* - Und Fran macht Sinn, weil er heißt ja Clinton Francis Barton. ;)
"Oh, Fran's already here! Would you get me the usual?" Steph didn't even wait for a response, just smiled her thanks and sauntered over to the small table where Hawkeye was waiting and sucking some Iced Abomination through a purple! straw. Toni didn't even try to mind. She'd long ago admitted defeat to Stephs very own mixture of model looks (a very tall, very muscular model, but model never the less), girl next door-charm and the charisma of a born leader. - Not that Toni would ever say that out loud. Shrugging she turned and faced the goddess. "So what can I bring you, Thora?" Puzzled, Thora raised her eyebrows. "Coffee?" "Yeah, big girl, that's what we all want." Apparently that confused the goddess even more and Toni couldn't help but grin just that tat bit sadistically. "You have to choose", she said, pointing to the menu on the wall. Than she stepped up to the counter. "An espresso. And a Caramel Frappuccino whith extra whipped cream and a Double Choclate Muffin." The barista just stared at her. "Yeah, I think it's disgusting, too. But we don't have a superhuman metabolism like my friend over there so we'll just have to watch. Actually, make that two espressos in a bigger cup." The girl continued to stare, a little confused now. Toni raised an eyebrow. "Please, do take your time." "You... you're Natasha Stark!" "I know, it's amazing, isn't it?" She was barely legal, no point in taking the nice route. Also, Toni really needed that coffee. She took a glance over her shoulder. "Found something, big girl?" Thora just stared at the menu. "What is this language? I seem to recognise certain words but the rest is utter gibberish. Why don't I understand this?" "That's because most of it aren't even words." The barista had finally finished their drinks, collected Toni's money like it was the Holy grail or something and now turned to Thora with a lot less awe-struck expression. Because Nordish goddesses in full armour were an everyday sight in this Starbucks, Toni supposed.
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Date: 2012-01-14 11:46 pm (UTC)(Und aaaaah, meine deutsche Lieblingsfanficautorin shippt Tony/Steve und... yeah!)
Aber egaaaaaaaaaaal, ich komme und bringe Fic. Und verstecke sie hier, weil sie mir peinlich ist.
Englisch, nicht Korrektur gelesen und ich hab Thor immernoch nicht gesehen, also schlag mich nicht. *hust* - Und Fran macht Sinn, weil er heißt ja Clinton Francis Barton. ;)
"Oh, Fran's already here! Would you get me the usual?" Steph didn't even wait for a response, just smiled her thanks and sauntered over to the small table where Hawkeye was waiting and sucking some Iced Abomination through a purple! straw. Toni didn't even try to mind. She'd long ago admitted defeat to Stephs very own mixture of model looks (a very tall, very muscular model, but model never the less), girl next door-charm and the charisma of a born leader. - Not that Toni would ever say that out loud.
Shrugging she turned and faced the goddess. "So what can I bring you, Thora?"
Puzzled, Thora raised her eyebrows. "Coffee?"
"Yeah, big girl, that's what we all want."
Apparently that confused the goddess even more and Toni couldn't help but grin just that tat bit sadistically. "You have to choose", she said, pointing to the menu on the wall. Than she stepped up to the counter. "An espresso. And a Caramel Frappuccino whith extra whipped cream and a Double Choclate Muffin." The barista just stared at her. "Yeah, I think it's disgusting, too. But we don't have a superhuman metabolism like my friend over there so we'll just have to watch. Actually, make that two espressos in a bigger cup." The girl continued to stare, a little confused now. Toni raised an eyebrow. "Please, do take your time."
"You... you're Natasha Stark!"
"I know, it's amazing, isn't it?" She was barely legal, no point in taking the nice route. Also, Toni really needed that coffee. She took a glance over her shoulder. "Found something, big girl?"
Thora just stared at the menu. "What is this language? I seem to recognise certain words but the rest is utter gibberish. Why don't I understand this?"
"That's because most of it aren't even words." The barista had finally finished their drinks, collected Toni's money like it was the Holy grail or something and now turned to Thora with a lot less awe-struck expression. Because Nordish goddesses in full armour were an everyday sight in this Starbucks, Toni supposed.