At about somewhere accompanied to midnight, I had stopped by a small but comfy coffee shop, the scent of ground coffee nuts just wafting from the store. It drug me in just of the smell, and my coffee addiction that had developed over the years.
The door creakily came open. My lips tugged to the side in annoyance. The doors needed to be oiled down. Badly.
I looked a bit scruffy, and wet, due to the harsh rain outside. My usually vibrant red streaks were much darker, almost blood shaded, and the perky spikes started to droop under the extra weight of water.
Not that I cared anyway. I didn't have an umbrella at the moment, so the people who were neat fanatics could shove it right now.
Walking in with an irritating squeak to my boots, which left small puddles of water, I made my way to the front of the cozy little store, sat on a red stool, which, was nailed to the ground(go figure), and swerved in it. I looked straight at the man at the counter, a dog of some breed, wearing an apron, a really big apron, with a red stripped white shirt and blue slacks. It reminded me of those old vocal singers in a barber shop, hold the huge apron.
And I could have sworn he'd shivered under the gaze I had him in. Yes, red eyes were unnatural, but I don't give a flying fuck.
"I'll have one regular, strong and black," I ordered in a bored manner, resting my chin on one hand, and a finger in the air with another.
He blinked for a moment, then another, like he wasn't expecting and order out of me like I was just going to sit there for the hell of it. Then he slowly walked off to the coffee maker machine.
I dragged my attention away from the dog, and looked around the store in boredom. I had been here before, a couple of times actually, and it seemed like there was a different employee here every time I visited. Because, last time I visited here, there was a lizard, male, short, and grumpy, rather then a dog that looked like he was in collage. Before that, it was a bat, really tall, female bat, with a good couple of visible scars decorated onto her skin. And a severed arm.
I could have sworn her glare could kill if it was possible.
About a minute later, a cup of Jo' was set in front of me with a loud clunk. Seemed like the college kid was in a hurry, because the cup spilled over a bit, dribbling the hot liquid over my arm. I grit my teeth together, trying like hell to suck up the pain and not hiss. Apparently the dumbass even forgot to pull on a top for the damned cup.
I raised my hand in an irritated matter. Five seconds later, the mutt came back, arching a brow.
"A cover would be pleasant, if you will," I grumped. I must've had some sort of murderous glint in my eye, 'cause he was running pretty damn fast. Or he was still just in a rush to get the hell out of the overly cozy shop. Geez, he was even worse then the bat.
Taking up the now lidded coffee, I got up and exited the shop. The door gave off its squeaky sound, like it was trying to say good-bye (as if).
The rain was still pouring down as if the world was in dire need of it. This was probably the reason why I didn't try to drink from my coffee yet, 'cause the rain would pour in it. Watered down coffee looked like and tasted like shit.
And right before I decided I'd get on my motorcycle, I had noticed there was a great big blue lump at the side of the shop where there were no windows.
No people were in sight.
On a closer inspection, it was actually a person. Well, rather then a person, a hedgehog.