coffee and conversations
alphxlucien !!
There was only one good coffee shop in Covington.
There were dozens of places to get coffee even if they weren’t exactly important enough to court a Starbucks, but Vinny’s Good Eats was the only one where the roast came fresh and thick all day, and with a coma in a pie tray. From its chipped saucers to the fat tabby that hid under the porch, nothing had changed since Lucien was twelve years old. Except the regulars and the cat had lost a few more teeth.
It was one of the better places to be in the early afternoon, when curiosity sparked a hunger that food couldn’t touch. And nowadays, there were a few picks on the grapevine that Lucien wanted a better look at. Too many coincidences too quickly made for good conversation.
On the cafe’s old TV, the one that was still hooked up to a VHS player, a stern reporter was explaining the latest tragedy in Covington. That mysterious death.
It was the sort of story that would’ve gotten ten seconds in the big city, but here in Covington, on slow months, the Pumpkin Festival made headline news.
“What’s this town coming to?” Lucien lamented as he waited for his order, just a hint too loud. Baiting conversation. The old timers might never let him live down his frosted tips from ‘08, but despite that, despite the earrings, the hair and the general disregard of local traffic rules, Lucien was a local. And all locals loved a good story.
marvel has entered vinny’s good eats just in time to hear the reporter on the tv. she had already heard about the oh so mysterious murder death. but even though she knew exactly what it was, ( or, let’s say, had a very strong guess ) and even though she was supposed to be used to it by now, it was still damaging in some way. it was a damage on people’s hopes, people’s happiness, and people’s soul. safe to say, marvel was a part of those ‘people.’ murder was not charming, fun, or something to fantasize about like they showed you in teen dramas and sci-fi shows. it was cold, and it symbolized nothing but darkness and pain. marvel let the thoughts disappear as the alpha’s voice filled the air. she sat on the empty seat across from him, letting out a sigh as she did. ‘ the inevitable. ’ was the most reasonable response she could think of, ( even though his question probably didn’t require an actual answer. ) ‘ that’s what it’s coming to. ’ her next words were almost like a whisper, mostly because she was aware of the people surrounding them the people that most likely knew nothing. ‘ death is walking amongst us, lucien. and we let it. this wasn’t the first victim, and i highly doubt it’ll be the last one. ’
