Someday you're gonna be the only one you've got

I already came to the assumption that if he fails at pouring a simple drink he probably would fail at something simplistic as an apology. So, I ignored it. Him. 

That's hardly fair to him don't you think? He probably has a lot on his mind. Or his hand slipped... Or you know.. Something happened that could give them the benefit of the doubt?

Thank you bartender

Did the bartender at least apologize? I mean, accidents do happen.

Pretty much, yep. Where did you go? 

Oh, a friend back in Seattle called. Had a few things that needed attention up there. She's really over-dramatic sometimes

Hey, haven’t we met before?

Oh, yeah! Primrose right?

welcome back!

How have things been here Mach? Been holding down the fort here?

Alby nodded his head and switched directions. A smile on his lips, she smiled back at him. No one ever smiled at him unless they were hitting on him or using him. He wasn’t usually comfortable around people. Especially since he hated witches and goblins, fae was crawling with them and at every turn you ran into a cute little witch that wanted to flirt it up with him, but they didn’t know he hated their fucking guts so he had to be a total dick all the time. He hated that. 

The female followed him even as he changed directions. A small frown tugged at her lips when he mentioned that the storm wasn't fully over. She rubbed her eyes. This was proving to be a difficult day already. She was used to the scent that had overwhelmed her at first. It was starting to grow on her. It was weird. This whole situation felt odd. But she liked that it did. She enjoyed the fact that this wasn't a typical thing. She liked that her story was turning out different in comparison to other princess stories.

Machiavelli opened a drawer and shifted through it, looking for a whisk out of the many untensils he had thrown in there. He finally found a moderatly big one, and held it up in victory. “aha! I knew I had one.” he smiled, before taking the bowl in his arm, mixing the wets and dries together. He hoped he’d get a nice amount of sweets, he was sure Sebastien would love to taste them if he didn’t eat them all before so. 

She'd always imaged herself going to Europe; especially, England. “That sounds wonderful. I wish I had the chance to travel out side of the U.S. Or even the west coast for that matter. While she hadn't grown up here, the pacific ocean was a friend. “Good idea.” For good measure, she took the whisk and stirred a few more times. Then once she was satisfied with it, she took the batter and walked over to where she had the pan. On the way she grabbed a spoon to help her smooth it out and spread it over as much of the pan's area as she could.

Sebastien looked around and then jumped a little as he was approached. He looked round to her and raised an eyebrow. Well, she was very smiley towards him. Was that a good thing? …Yes. It seemed like it… He gave her a small timid smile in return and then nodded gently. “Uh, well… mhm. I’m just a little bit new to here…” He murmured, smiling softly to her and then looking around the establishment, blinking a couple of times. 

It didn't take long for Emilie to put two and two together. This guy was not exactly human. She wasn't good at telling which species but she did know that any normal human wouldn't be that much of a fish out of water. The girl gave him an even wider grin. “I don't mind at all. It's a cafe. A place where people get tea and coffee,” she thought about her wording for a second, “you know, drinks?” Her eyes watched to see if he understood. When she had a feeling that she did, she talked again. “Want to taste one? I'll buy it for you.”

  Alby chuckled and nodded his head. He ducked out of the cave and into the drizzling rain. “Well since you mentioned sleep. Let’s go.” He said with a chuckle / yawn. The demon was to tired. If it wasn’t for the coll rain on his face, he would be passed out in the leaves and mud. All he wanted to do recently was sleep. Life was boring to him. He had no purpose. Yeah he was masters favorite demon but he had a lot of favorites.Like Ivor for example. . 

Dancing sounds exciting. There should be something right? Guess finding the place will be part of the fun. 

Hm. We could always go for a walk? I'm sure there are places down town that are open.

Maybe we can think of something for today and hit up the party tomorrow.

Collision in the Cafe || Emilie & Sebastien

Emilie had gone down and got her usual from the cafe she went to every morning. She sat at the table close to the window. One of her favorite pass times while sitting in here was people watching. When she noticed a new person she didn't normally see. Everyone out there were people that were usually there. Except for him.

A party of course or karaoke. I hear that’s great.

I heard there was a party on the beach soon. Karaoke sounds like fun. But I'm not much of a singer.