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[sup][b][color=4D8BF0]» [/color][color=B5AB9F]Time:[/color] [color=4D8BF0]« [/color][/b] [color=B5AB9F]Early Afternoon[/color]
[b][color=4D8BF0]» [/color][color=B5AB9F]Place:[/color] [color=4D8BF0]« [/color][/b] [color=B5AB9F]Apartment[/color]
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[color=B5AB9F]If it weren't for the knock at the door, Ty probably would've spent the rest of the day painting. Several empty cans of Roaring Twenties were discarded haphazardly around his feet and the wooden stool he sat on. It seemed all rational thought had abandoned his mind for what... the past seven hours? Had it really been that long since he'd set a fresh canvas on his easel? He hadn't thought he'd been painting for [i]that[/i] long. With a sigh, Ty peeled himself away from his still unfinished painting, stretching his limbs with various protesting cracks from his joints.

He'd finally finished moving in only two days ago, and exhausted as he was, the skyline of Sol City was just too tempting [i]not[/i] to paint. But, he really hadn't expected he'd have gotten so lost in his paints for so long. It was a good thing whatever visitor had dropped by had distracted him just long enough to come out of his mental state of hermitage. Ty wasn't sure he was expecting visitors, though, last time he checked.

The person on the other side of his door was not, in fact, a visitor. It was a rather confused delivery man, holding what seemed to be five crates of Rebellion Energy Drinks.[/color]

"Are you uh..." [color=B5AB9F]The man peered at the label on one of the packages.[/color] "Tiberius Devine?" [color=b5ab9f]His words were skeptical, as if he thought he didn't actually exist.[/color]

[color=4D8BF0] "In the flesh!"[/color][color=b5ab9f] Ty aimed a goofy, bashful grin at the postman, looking down at the crates at his feet.[/color][color=4D8BF0]"Oh sweet! My reds!"[/color] 

"I'm gonna need a signature for these. The order amount was indicative of a business, but the address was to a residence. Boss man wasn't sure whether it was a commercial delivery or not, so we're just playing it safe. Either way, would hate to leave this much money on an unattended doorstep, in the form of energy drinks or not." [color=b5ab9f]He peered around Ty subtly, as if expecting a horde of college students trying to extend their cramming sessions with the help of energy drinks. But no, it was just Ty and his insatiable taste for caffeine and corn syrup. The postman eyed Ty suspiciously, like he expected him to have a secret nutcase side.[/color]

[color=4D8BF0]"Nah man, no business here. Just figured with the sheer amount of these I drink it's worth buying in bulk. Cheaper that way, y'know?"[/color][color=b5ab9f] Ty took the pen from the man's hand and scribbled a signature, before grabbing a couple of crates in his arm and pushing the rest of them through the doorway with his foot.[/color][color=4D8BF0] "Thanks for dropping by."[/color]

[color=b5ab9f]Ty's stomach growled, suddenly hungry despite not making a sound in the past twelve hours. When was the last time Ty had had a meal? For the past couple of days he'd indulged the 'screw it' mentality and had nothing but granola bars and energy drinks to keep him going. He could probably keep it up for another day, but at some point he'd have to go out. Better now than later, he supposed.[/color]

[sup][b][color=4D8BF0]» [/color][color=B5AB9F]Time:[/color] [color=4D8BF0]« [/color][/b] [color=B5AB9F]Early Afternoon[/color]
[b][color=4D8BF0]» [/color][color=B5AB9F]Place:[/color] [color=4D8BF0]« [/color][/b] [color=B5AB9F]The Coffee Pot[/color]
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[color=b5ab9f]It was warmer than expected, especially in winter. With any luck, Ty hoped, warmer weather would come soon. No matter what he did, he was always cold. Even in summer, in a long sleeved dress shirt and slacks he didn't feel too uncomfortably warm. Inside The Coffee Pot was even warmer, and paired with the smell of coffee and pastries it was heavenly. The line was considerable, seeing as it was peak brunch hours. 

Ty glanced at the menu, trying to peer around the shoulder of the annoyingly tall man situated directly in front of him. He didn't often wish he were taller, but he'd rather not flounder to figure out what he wanted to order right at the register. He couldn't see the menu without stepping out of line, and even though he was near the tail end, he didn't want to lose his spot.

By the time he got to the register, he'd only had a couple of seconds to look at the menu, the man in front of him finally out of his way. [i]Shoot.[/i] This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen. Trying to buy some time he did a once over of the cashier, trying to see what he was working with. She had dark curly hair, and black rimmed glasses. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by another cashier apparently coming to take over her shift while she took lunch break. Was this perfect timing or what? In Ty's book, it was never too early to make friends, and it seemed like The Coffee Pot would become one of his frequent haunts, seeing as it was only a short walk from his complex. It'd be nice to see a familiar face in the morning.[/color]

[color=4D8BF0]"How do you feel about bets?"[/color] [color=b5ab9f]His punctuating grin was childish, almost hopeful.[/color][color=4D8BF0] "If I can guess you favorite drink on the menu, how about you take your lunch break with me? If not, you get a ten dollar tip?"[/color] [color=b5ab9f]He eyed the menu, glad he had some time to figure out what he wanted, instead of looking like a moron. Honestly, he had no clue what kind of drink she'd like. Maybe the one that sounded the most popular? When he figured out what he wanted to order he directed his gaze back to the cashier.[/color]

[color=4D8BF0]"I'm thinking caramel frappe. If I'm right, I'll have a caffeinated black assam tea with half and half and brown sugar, a bagel breakfast sandwich, and a caramel frappe. And if I'm wrong, I accept my defeat and I'll have the same order, except replace the frappe with a ten dollar tip on the charge. Am I right, or am I right?"[/color][color=b5ab9f] He laughed at nothing in particular, clearly not taking himself too seriously.[/color]