Note: Thank you for taking the time to check out my story. This is the first in what I expect to be a long running series. I wanted to give you a heads up though: this is the opening of a longer narrative. There isn't any sex in this portion. This is all about setting up the characters. There will be sex... lots of it. Just not in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think in the comments.
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Another day at the coffee shop. Mr. Villarta is ordering his usual: a tall medium-roast. Well, he's about to. He comes into the shop a couple times a week and it's always the same thing. He bullshits around with the idea of trying something new for a few minutes before realizing that he really wants that good ol' medium-roast. Drives me nuts.
"He Trevor, did Mr. V finally shake up the world?" Bradley asked, chuckling. I gave him a scowl since I knew he knew the answer. He just laughed, saying, "another day in paradise, my friend."
Bradley McGuiness. He has been my best friend since college. While I am no slouch as far as looks are concerned; coming at 5'11", slim with some definition, green eyes, and wavy dirty blonde hair, Bradley makes me look like that kid in high school who always ended up in second place with the ladies. Bradley tells people he majored in finance, but he really majored in weight lifting and alcohol. He was about 6'4", blue eyes, bright blonde hair, and his muscles made him look like a male model. In public, he likes to act as suave and overly sexed as possible, but I've always known him to be a pretty nice guy all around. I can't blame him for acting that way in public as his technique tended to lead to at least three or four girls a week leaving their number on their coffee receipt. If Bradley put in the effort, I could see him being a very successful businessman.
Me on the other hand? My life seemed to be going nowhere fast. Granted, it's partly my fault. Who majors in history and then doesn't want to go into teaching? People without a plan, that's who. I like to think of myself as a dreamer. For whatever reason though, anytime I think I've got a great idea, something seems to get in the way. If it wasn't absolutely absurd, I would swear there was some sort of cosmic force keeping me from moving past what I swore (three years ago) was a short-term job at Jenna's Java.
We served a few more of the regulars. It was a typical Monday morning. Then Bradley looked at me, and said, "Holy crap! Look at what is walking in."
It was at that moment I turned and noticed a couple which seemed incredibly out of place. The coffee shop tends to cater to people on their way to and from work. What walked in can only be described as something out of a fourteen year old's wet dream. A woman who appeared to be around twenty years old and a man who appeared to be around thirty or so. The man was wearing what seemed to be an expensive deep blue suit with white pin-stripes and a matching fedora. He had olive skin, looked to be about six feet tall, and had a moderate build to him. The woman looked like she should have stopped about seven plastic surgeries ago. She looked almost exactly like Jessica Rabbit; red hair and all. Her boobs were gargantuan, probably a EE at least and her ass seemed to defy gravity. The sad part was that she looked like she was probably a very pretty girl before a surgeon's knife got to her. This was the type of woman who, at first glance, you would think would walk around with her nose turned up to everyone, but when she came to grab the coffee for her and her man (presumably her boyfriend), she cast me a look that seemed to peer right into my soul. All I could see was sadness. Her eyes were a bright blue, but for a moment, I could have sworn they almost had a red glitter to them.
"Do your eyes have red in them?" I asked quizzically.
"Excuse me? Did you say you saw red in my eyes?" She asked, quite confused. She was so flabbergasted that she spilt one of the coffees on the counter. I told her it was alright and would get her another. While cleaning the coffee, I learned that her name was Iniga.
Her boyfriend, who she said was named Lionel, snapped his fingers.
"Sorry. I should really get going. It was nice to meet you," Iniga said, grabbing the coffees.
Iniga and Lionel left after sipping their coffees awhile.
"Who was that babe?" Bradley asked. "She has to be a porn star. What a lucky bastard that guy must be!"
"I don't know, I replied. "He seemed like a bit of a jerk to her. Did you seem him snap his fingers at her like she was some sort of dog?"
"Different strokes for different folks. Maybe she's just into that," Bradley said. He would probably defend any man who could get with a woman who looked like a living sex doll.
The following days went by with the addition of Lionel and Iniga becoming daily regulars. Every day I liked Lionel less and less. He would often snap his fingers at Iniga like I had seen on their first visit. He was also a bit of a pig; checking out every woman that walked into the shop. I think I even saw bruises on Iniga's arms once or twice. I really didn't like that guy.
I don't know why, but it wasn't until the third or fourth visit that I noticed Lionel wore a good bit of jewelry. He wore two rings and a necklace. One ring looked like the head of a dragon. He wore it on his left middle finger and it seemed to be made out of some sort of dark metal. The other ring he wore on his right thumb; it was a gold ring with a capital "A" on it. The necklace seemed to be fragile and in rather poor shape compared to the rings. It looked like it was made of mostly silver with a small orb in the middle. The orb was foggy and looked soft like it was composed mostly of soft wax. It had a few spots of red suspended in the center of the orb. I noticed these items every day after the initial revelation. His choice in accessories seemed quite odd considering his otherwise expensive taste.
One Saturday, Lionel and Iniga came into the shop per usual and they happened to be the only customers. Saturdays are usually pretty slow since we tend to cater to people on their way to work. While picking up their coffee, Iniga whispered something to me.
"I know you hate him too. Let's mess with him a bit. Would you spill coffee on that ugly necklace of his?" she asked. Iniga had spoken to me a few times and she was usually pretty timid and nice. I was confused to say the least.
"Why don't you do it since it was your idea?"
"I... can't," she said somewhat nervously. "Please do it for me?"
How could I say no. I have been feeling bad for the woman since day one and she was right, I did despise him. "Fine" I finally said after a pause. I swear her eyes got that twinkle of red in them and for the first time ever, I saw her smile. That, my friends, is a smile that could melt your heart.
So she walked away and pretended like she forgot one of the coffees. I grabbed and hurriedly ran over, saying, "Miss! You forgot one!"
Just then, I pretended to trip. It probably looked really fake, but it didn't give Lionel any time to react. Hot coffee spilt all over his chest. Iniga and I began to giggle while Lionel was reasonably upset.
I noticed something odd just then: the wax on his necklace was melting from the hot coffee. Lionel saw me staring at him and looked down to see what had caught my attention. His face turned white as a sheet. Pure terror. We both looked at Iniga who cheekily blew a kiss to Lionel.
What followed is possibly the most ridiculous thing that has happened in the history of ever. A bolt of white light accompanied by a sharp ringing came out of the ceiling and surrounded Lionel. I watched the man's face intently. His skin began to flake off his face. Slowly at first, then exponentially more rapid. Blood poured where there used to be skin. What seemed like ages was actually about fifteen seconds. He seemed to vaporize leaving nothing except his clothes and jewelry. I passed out from the shock.
