Starbucks Star-Sucks!

I've come to detest the scent of coffee beans.

I hate my job.

And that guy who writes his own lyrics and music outside every Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday morning; someone should tell him that he's terrible at the guitar and he should get a life.

Hate this job.

It's all overpriced anyway.

"Morning Hiei!" said a chipper, feminine voice as a pair of hands covered my eyes from behind. "Guess who?" It asked. Someone kill me now.

"Get the hell off, Botan." I growled.

I hate this job; I hate my co-workers even more. She laughed airily.

"Bingo!" She said cheerfully. "Keiko wanted me to remind you that you promised you'd take her shift today."

"Shoot me." I said scowling. Suddenly, my ridiculously happy peer became quite serious.

"Hiei," She said didactically "You give off the wrong impression giving looks like that all the time and dressing the way you do."

I automatically looked down at my black jeans, which were baggy and considerably too long for my ungodly short legs. On top I wore a black turtleneck. And of course, on top of that I wore my Starbucks apron.

Hate. This. Place.

I managed to save some of my dignity though by refusing to wear the Starbucks hat. I broke a few uniform rules but my boss, Koenma, didn't complain.

Weather that was because of my cappuccino making skills or the fact that I kept a steady stream of preteen girls coming in I was not sure.

I can only pray it's the first because the only thing I can't stand more then working at this god awful place is stupid people, primarily stupid girls.

"And just what impression is that?" I asked.

"That you're a flaming emo." She said giggling at herself.

"Hn," I said indifferently "The way I dress isn't your concern." I said. She frowned.

"Of course it is." She said with another giggle at the end.

God, have you good people ever heard of the Texas chainsaw massacre?

I think I know why he did it.

She was cut off as a customer walked in. Botan seemed to recognize him and stepped up to the counter.

"Hello there," She said in that all-too-aggravating voice of hers. "What can I get you today, Kurama?"

"Morning, Botan. You look well." He said in a friendly, polite voice. He had long, red hair, big emerald green eyes and before I'd heard his deep voice a moment ago I'd been 99.9 certain that he was a girl. "I'll take a quad shot espresso." He said casually.

Well holy damn. This she-male was either one intense coffee drinker or a complete imbecile. A quad shot was four shots of espresso, for those or you too idiotic to figure that one out, and it was only for the brave.

"Coming right up, Kurama." She said cheerfully.

There was a short period of silence where we were all quiet and the maximum movement was my eyes darting back and forth between this Kurama person and my least favorite bluenette.

"Well Hiei?" She finally said, giving me a look.

"What?" I snapped

"Get on that espresso." She said demandingly. I scowled and went to prepare the drink. What the fuck? She took the order. Bitch.

I returned to find Botan having a nice little chat with her customer and I angrily handed over the espresso. Then the douche bag preceded to hand Botan the money for it and continued talking to her and completely ignoring the person who had actually made his drink, me. I hate people.

I growled and busied myself with something behind the counter, trying to ignore the sickeningly pleasant conversation being taken place a few feet away.

"Well Kurama, I'm afraid I'll have to get back to work." Is that what she calls it? "But we'll chat more. Sometime soon I hope."

"Of course, Botan, sometime soon." He paused. "You're Hiei, yes?" he asked looking at me. I was startled that this princess had actually taken notice to a coffee-making servant such as myself.

To prevent something smart and extremely offensive from coming out of my mouth I merely nodded and returned to my extremely important task of pretending to do something.

"Hiei," He said slowly, pausing again. "I shall see you soon as well." He said. With another smile and friendly wave he walked out the door.

Quad shot. Man that guy wasn't sleeping soon…