Starbucks Baby (Emmy)

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha was lounging in a chair inside (wait inside? yes he was inside) the warm shop, with a warm drink. Now where o' where was a warm body to complete this nice.. warmth? He stretched against the back, making sure to rub his shoulder against it's plump-ness. Yes his shoulder itched but what could you expect from a new(ish) tattoo? Was it going to.. feel normal? Yes yes, his shoulder would feel normal! What a cheering thought. "Hey baby, I like the way you shake that thing." he laughed, winking at a passing boy and his.. boyfriend, boytoy. Whatever.

Alright he was officially bored, and a bored Ant meant the world would go to hell. Well it would burn to a crisp if it went entertainment. He stretched out on the couch, head one arm, feet dangling over the other. You'd wonder how such a big guy could look so damn small. Antosha tapped words onto his bright pink keyboard, nails standing out like crazy against the neon color (it looked cool under a black light too). Words that seemed really stupid to one person made perfect sense to him.

Alright maybe not complete sense to him, but close enough. So he waited another hour for something-anything-interesting to show up. His coffee went cold once meaning he had to get up and get another. Giving him the perfect opportunity to scope the room for a target. Target, buddy, friend. Someone to annoy? It was all the same to him.

And what do you know: a teacher shows up. Yes, a teacher. He'd know that ass anywhere. It was a very fine ass, not easily forgettable. Unless you were.. Straight. But straight was something no one could call Ant. He made the word 'flaming' seem like ice. "Oh, perfect!" he chuckled to himself, knowing it was time for a sneak attack. Like a blind guy would ever see him coming.

Antosha grinned to himself, carefully thinking of nothing, and walked across the room pretty much silently. As if the other noises wouldn't drown out his footsteps. Now he stood right behind the blind man-the hot blind man-well stood over him. Ant was just that tall. Without further ado Antosha wrapped his arms around the man's waist and did a cheerful with pelvic thrust before whispering in his ear. "Hello Emmy baby." Alright now Ant was all too aware of the rules on teacher/student relationships. But that wasn't anything more then a friendly greeting. All the same Antosha backed away and smiled. "So how was break darling?"

[Emrys Jones]

Emrys was never a coffee drinker. Ever. But hey, he was out of orange juice, didn't feel like drinking water or going to the store, and Tequila was whining at him since he had kept her at home all morning. So Starbucks sounded like a plan. Especially when the chocolate lab came and pressed her muzzle against his thigh, her leash in her mouth. How could he possibly escape a guilt trip like that? So with a sigh, the man told her to go bring him her harness and set out to finding his shoes. Which didn't take horribly long, considering he left them in the same spot by the door eighty percent of the time, and this time was taking part in that eighty percent.

Getting the harness on Tequila took more time than putting on his shoes had, considering the dog was just so antsy. Em almost felt bad for not taking her out earlier when he had finally dragged his butt out of bed. With the final strap taken care of though, and Emrys quickly grabbing his coat, they were ready to go. Em locked the door of the small house he had managed to get about a year ago and smiled as he tucked the keys in his pocket before heading down the steps, Tequila leading the way. It was pretty cold, but he didn't mind so much; he loved the cold weather and would much rather have that than sweating to death. Besides, it wasn't like he had much of a choice on whether or not he was out in the weather, since he couldn't drive. He just didn't feel like messing with the bus right now.

The cold wind whipped at his face as it went by and almost seemed to wrap around his spine as he shivered, but it only made him smile more. Especially with the good mood that Tequila was giving off. He was just glad that the sidewalks were pretty clear, because he was apparently the only madman who wanted to actually walk in this weather. When the scent of coffee hit his nose like a sledge hammer to a wall, he knew he was closer to the coffee shop than he had thought he was. It was also pretty obvious by the way Tequila seemed to get a little more twitchy and anxious; one of the baristas always snuck her little goodies, plus Emrys always shared his muffin or whatever he got along with his drink. So the two of them went in, rather looking forward to their treats.

"Sit, Tequila," he ordered once they reached the counter and smiled at the person behind the counter when she came up to take his order.

Of course, the last thing he was expecting first thing upon walking into Starbucks was to be molested, so he hummed under his breath as his fingers slid over the menu that was laid in front of him on the counter. He only had his senses slightly open, so he got a tingle of mischievousness that trickled down his spine, but ignored it and opened his mouth to order, only to have someone grab him from behind.Without thinking, Em's first reaction was to bring his elbow back hard into the person's gut, which is exactly what he did. His elbow came back quickly, and then he span around quickly once he had the moment to. Of course, then was when the voice actually registered in his brain and his eyes widened.

"Ant? Are you stupid? That's a good way to get yourself knocked sideways." Which he essentially had just knocked him. Maybe not sideways but perhaps the wind out of him? Emrys didn't know. He turned back to the barista for only a moment. "A chai latte. And maybe an ice pack for my friend. Good grief, Ant. Are you okay?"

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha laughed as Emmy hit him, it was hilarious. Though it had hurt he didn’t let it show. He was the tough guy here. “Please Emmy, I’m rock. Pure-hot-rock.” To prove it he grabbed Emry’s hand and pressed it to his abs, flexing the muscles under his shirt. Oh yes, he was an emo boy who worked out. You should have known they existed; besides, Ant hated not having abs. It made him feel un-hot and just a little ugly; maybe a little more than a little if he was honest here. Ant waved at the barista for a moment. “No ice pack, but I’ll have a black coffee. You know what I like.” He winked, laughing again.

“Oh relax, Emmy. Takes a little more then- Tequila! Hey girl!” Ant bent down instantly, seeing as this was only dog he could tolerate without becoming irritated. Yes, even Vegas bugged the hell out of him with all its yelping and yelling. Then again it would bug anyone; even the guy who was now actually taller than him who always seemed calm- with everyone but himself. Ant reached into his pocket and brought out on the munchy things he always saw the dog eating when she came in here. “Here you go, I’ll watch out for Emmy now so don’t… Bite me, okay?” he chuckled and gave it to the dog- noticing she ate it right out of his hand and gave it a good lick. Her tongue tickled like crazy.

Ant dusted off his knees and stood back up, giving Emmy’s ass a little pat as the barista came up with their drinks. Ohh that was fast! He whipped out his wallet and put down money to pay, giving her a ‘keep the change’ smile. “Emmy, your drink. Come sit with me. Okay? Okay good, I’m over here.” With that Ant gently-but very firmly- led his teacher over to his chair, stealing another so Emmy could sit down. “So what brings a guy like you to a place like this?”