The sign out front was idiotic and, in Elphaba's opinion, utter bullshit. Stupid Fiyero. The bastard just had to put a billboard in front of the coffee shop in which she worked that stated that she was, in his words, "hella fucking gay and single". She didn't need him nor did she need pity from any passerbys. Elphaba rolled her eyes at the mere thought of it and then continued to clean the counter in front of her.
"Hey, Throppsicle!" A voice came from the door and the green woman was determined to promptly ignore him. "Thropp! Hey Thropp!"
"What do you want?" Elphaba exploded, throwing the rag at his face.
Fiyero caught the piece of cloth and waved it in front of her as he sat down on a barstool. "Did ya see the sign?" He asked, smirking at her.
"Yes I saw it," She answered, annoyed.
"Isn't it great?" He questioned, wide-eyed.
"Not the word I'd use to describe it."
Fiyero groaned at her. "You're no fun, Fae-Fae! You're always at work. You and I could hit a bar, I can hook you up and -"
Elphaba took the rag back and smacked him with it. "Number one, do not call me Fae-Fae. You know how much that pisses me off. Number two, at least I'm at work. This is the first day that you've come to work on time and without a hangover." She sneered at him. "I'm surprised that Avaric hasn't fired you yet."
"Cause he loves me, Fae-Fae," Fiyero teased, just to bother her. "I make the best cappuccino in Oz."
"Don't flatter yourself," Elphaba huffed, turning away from him.
"You're a bitch," Fiyero sighed, swinging his legs around the counter and joining her.
"And you're an ass. What's new?" Elphaba asked him, chuckling as her eyes slid over him in triumph.
"Elphaba Thropp, watch your language!" Nessarose, the youngest Thropp sister, was wheeled over to the counter by a young man who looked very unwilling to be there.
"Boq, a little closer if you will," the man whose name was Boq pushed Nessarose closer to the marble counter.
"Nessarose, I'm twenty two. I can cuss if I want to," Elphaba snapped, rolling her eyes in irritation.
"Just like you said when you said that since you were an adult and you could diss the Unnamed God and have this little... problem of yours," Nessarose looked at her and spoke daintily.
"Problem? Nessarose, I'm gay," Elphaba pressed her palms down to the counter.
"Elphaba," Nessarose cut her off. "This is just a phase. You'll get over it."
"Nessarose," Elphaba's temper rose, her voice getting angry. "I like women. I like breasts. Get over it."
"I will not until you get over this. I will be praying for your soul," Nessarose looked over at the man near her. "Boq, please pour a cup of coffee over my sister's head. She needs to be woken up."
Boq looked at her as Elphaba leaned her elbow against the counter, chuckling. "Ness, why can't you do it yourself?" He breathed, irked.
Nessarose looked at him with slanted eyes. "I have no arms," She told him with a forced smile as if explaining something simple to a dull-witted neighbor.
"Maybe the Unnamed God will do it for you," Elphaba teased her, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Elphaba Thropp, do not test my faith," Nessarose warned her.
"Whatever."
"Damn sidewalk, damn shoes," Galinda Upland was too rich, too beautiful to be stumbling across the uneven cobblestone with a broken heel. Even worse, she was giving herself premature wrinkles! "Relax, Upland, relax," She muttered under her breath as she looked up and saw a small hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. Perfect.
Galinda opened the door and a small bell rang as she clattered in.
Fiyero noticed her first and his face lit up. "Hello pretty lady. What can I get you?" He asked, winking at her.
"Black coffee with a lot of sugar and milk please," She ordered, her high pitched voice authoritative.
"That's not black, really," Elphaba remarked, turning around to stare Galinda in the face. "But it's money for me so whatever."
"Rude." Galinda pulled money out of her purse as Elphaba whipped away to go brew her drink.
"Eh, she's a little frustrated," Fiyero remarked, biting at his lower lip. "So did you see the sign outside?"
"What sign?" Galinda asked, turning in her seat and reading the board outside. "Oh... That. Well I'm certainly not single," She said, even though she wasn't. She wasn't about to tell this man that she was single, gay, and looking.
"So you are gay, aren't you?" Elphaba slid her cup over to her and smirked.
"Leave me alone, freak." Galinda snapped, trying to ignore the girl's beautiful brown eyes.
"As you wish, Goldilocks."
