I'm a wild child sitting on my throne. Going all out, going for gold. I'm a wild child Geronimo. Lock it and load. Blow for blow // Closed with averystilinskihuman
Bass guitar case on his back and laptop case hanging at his side, Derek resettled his beanie and shoved his glasses up his nose before walking into the coffeehouse down the street from his tattoo shop. It served better coffee and food than Starbucks, was cheaper and far quieter and had free wi-fi, it was basically heaven in one little store. Standing at the counter he ordered gruffly, "Peppermint mocha, extra shot. Cheese and Chorizo pannini." His eyes flicked over to the case of fresh muffins but he resisted ordering one as well. They were the best muffins he'd ever tasted but he really shouldn't indulge his sweet-tooth.Â
Settling into his favourite table in the back corner, he tucked his guitar into the corner safely and opened up his laptop as he waited for his food to be brought over. Sipping from his coffee, he couldn't help the small pleased noise he let out before he got to work on sorting out the shop's accounting. It may be his lunch break but if he got this done now then he wouldn't have to do anything after work finished. And since Triskele had a gig later, that would be helpful. Getting caught up in work, he didn't even notice the bell over the door and his crush walk in.Â
