Dave Strider, due to a fascinating series of events, is found outside his apartment, holding a turntable. He smells like piss and other lovely bodily fluids. Turning the lock of the apartment and carefully deposit the turntables on the messy couch, Dave surveys the small apartment. There is an empty coffee pot and seven dirty coffee mugs stacked on the counter. Two things wrong right there. Not to mention the blonde boy was hung over and needed coffee. He attempts to walk further in, stumbling into several heaps of laundry that needed tending since last month, several wrappers that belong in the trash, books, empty bottles and more than one broken CD. Dave yawns and shuffles around for the jar of change he has collected. There could be enough for a cup of coffee. Dave sighed at the state of his home and turns his back on the door. He didn`t bother locking the door again, for he wouldn`t be too long. And face facts, there isn`t much someone would steal.
He walked slowly down the sunny sidewalk to the small downtown area of his town. There wasn`t much to do, or places to go, but the town was quaint, almost quiet. It suited the morning well, even if Dave never liked the night scene. With the sun kissing the bottom half of the sunrise, stores were starting to get in gear, the groggy employees flipping signs and writing special deals. Dave sat outside a small coffee shop for a good twenty minutes (facing away on the bench of course, he wasn`t going to look like an asshole) until he noticed an older gentleman and what seemed like his wife walk into the shop. It was already open.
Mentally hitting his forehead, Dave walked inside and inhaled the heavenly aroma of coffee beans and freshly made pastries. His mood lifted almost immediately. Walking up to the counter, Dave spotted a delicious looking oatmeal cookie. Looking at the label, his eyes widened. Bacon oatmeal cookies. The couple in front of him ordered their drinks and sat down. The blonde boy strode up to the counter, expecting the usual cute girl at the register.
He liked to tease her about going on a date, even though they both knew that was never going to happen. She was short and had wild dark hair that she tried to tame under a the hat given to employees. Her eyes were a beautiful green and she was always bubbly, even in the morning. Dave could never remember her name though. The boy leaned against the counter, clicked his tongue at the person, now bent down to retrieve a marker they dropped. Dave readied a line to smooth over, maybe the coffee shop girl would finally accept his idiotic advances.
"Hey, I know I`ve asked before, but I`m asking for an extra shot." He grinned up at his ironic pun. "I`d really love to take you out, but if you want to go slow, I can cold brew."
The boy who popped up to greet him was not the person Dave though. This boy smiled and seemed to giggle at Dave`s advances. Dave kept his cool, waggling his eyebrows a little to show he was joking with him. From behind his shades, Dave gave the kid a once over.
This kid was gangly and awkward, with a goofy smile and crooked glasses. He seemed about Dave`s age, and he wore a shirt from a lame ghost movie under the apron. Dave bit his lip, nodding in approval. Who was he to pass up a good-looking guy, even if the meeting was accidental.
"You`re funny. What can I get you?" His name tag read John. John gave a big smile and looked up at Dave with his big blue eyes.
"Well, I`d take one of those cookies," Dave pointed at the display, "black coffee, and a date if you`re not busy later?"