Octopi Wallstreet {Amy}

[LIAM HENDERSON]

People had officially lost their damn minds. There was this whole...Occupy Wallstreet shit going on, and Liam really had no clue what was going on, what it was about. But people were swinging their notebooks all over his internet, preaching about 99 problems...or 99 percent...you know what, whatever? Liam had a wonderful idea. He was going to occupy wallstreet with his happy ass, and a few smarmy comments. He really had nothing better to do this Saturday. Well...he did. There was Jamie and Gramma Jen, but he'd like to get out of the house for a bit. So, with his iPod in his ears, he strolled down Broadway swinging a large sign in his fingers.

"I feel bad for ya son, I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one." He sang under his breath--it was rather fitting really. These protestors had a thing about the number 99. Whatever. Though, Liam was taking his own approach with it. It included a knitted green octopus clipped to the top of his head, an octopus belt--and even a cute little necklace with an octopus on it. His short hair was fluffed up in every which direction as he whistled to the song in his ears, damn near dancing down the street until he came to the crowd.

He was supposed to meet Jamie down here. So far, the other man hadn't shown up. But, he could wait it out. Plus. The red jacket that he had on and unzipped was a pretty stark indicator of where he was. Still whistling, Liam lifted the sign above his head. A few protestors looked at him with a smile. Yay, another one of their kind. Another person to add to the---...what?

Octopi on Wallstreet
I am 99% Calamari.

Yes. Yes, Liam was 99% Calamari, and the faces of the people next to him were outraged. If he knew he'd be pissing off so many vegans, he'dve shown up a little earlier. The normally stony faced boy let a little smile curl onto his lips while he stared ahead across the street. The other protestors couldn't do much. If one person started a fight--they'd end up being removed. If they started a fight, then they'd be ruining their cause.

Liam periodically lowered the sign, held it infront of his chest, even rested it on his toes. But the pointed remained--Jamie was fucking late. He kept looking for his taller counterpart, who never...showed. Liam grinded his teeth, and sighed. This was somehow less fun without his buddy there to help cause a ruckus. Liam scrunched his nose to push his glasses up the bride of his nsoe, and looked around. There had to at least be someone out here that was just as clever as he.

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Tags: Alice/ Amy / Olley / Liam
Notes: I love Liam. Just saying.
Outfit: Octopiiii!

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[AMY WINSTON]

Amy did not keep up with the news. She did not care about politics, or taxes, or money to be honest. She made what she could, payed the governement what she did, and that was about it. She wasn't even registered to vote. So of course, when she had crawled out of her cave on an apartment in desperate search of a Starbucks or SOMETHING, she had no idea that soon she'd be met with a wall of protesters. She did spend an awful lot of her time on the internet, typing up replies to her 'online writing community' (read: roleplaying site, the little nerd) but whenever she came upon one of those sites telling her about the fragile state of the economy, it bored her to tears, so she skipped past it.

She was dressed down that day, relying majorly on a hoodie and a sweatband to shield her from the autumn chill that was permeating the streets of New York, and it was doing her quite well. There were an awful lot of people on the streets that day, though she didn't really know why. She kept her hands in her pockets, clicking through songs on her iPod, and singing loudly to detract anyone from talking to her.

"Cleaned up, corporation progress; Dying in the process. Children that can talk about it, living on the railways. People moving sideways, Sell it till your last days, Buy yourself a motivation! Generation Nothing! Nothing but a dead scene! Product of white dream! I am not the singer that you wanted, But a dancer! I refuse to answer! Talk about the passer! Ruling for the ones who want to get away!"

As she sang out the lyrics blasting though her ears, she noticed that a lot of these people kept giving her looks, but not ones of "THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE ON THE STREET, TWAT, SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH AND LET US ENJOY THE DAY," but instead ones of "YEAH, SING IT SISTER, YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT IDEA!" Curious, she plucked one of the earbuds out, and really looked around at her situation. There were people with signs, and loud voices, and chants and what in the fuck was going on?

She stopped someone on the sidelines, a pretentious looking young man, with an unshaven face and a pair of glasses that she would bet money on that he didn't really need. "Uhm, excuse me. What's going on?" He looked at her incredulously, and then broke it down for her in a snooty voice. "The corporations have been bleeding this country dry for too long, and WE THE PEOPLE are Taking it back!" His words carried to a group of people close to him, who started a rounding chorus of 'Yeahs!' and 'He says what we're all thinking!' All Amy had to say back was "Oh. And you expect to do that with signs?" He rolled his eyes at her. Obviously she wasn't 'enlightened' enough or whatever to get it. He tried to explain more, but after about 5 minutes of him droning, she made up an excuse to leave. Jesus, were ALL the people she was going to encounter today like that?

She continued through the march, annoyed at how it was taking so freaking long to get to the goddamn coffee bar. That's when she saw him. He stood out in a red hoodie, and was holding a sign that seemed to be getting on a lot of peoples nerves. She got closer to inspect, and what she saw made her laugh very unattractively, even bringing out a snort. She had to walk up and say hello. Oh God, was he wearing an Octopus on his head? No. This kid was fucking awesome.

She walked up infront of the sourpuss, convinced she had seen him around campus. Even when one was as daydream-y as Amy couldn't really ignore that many tattoos and such a bright signature clothing item. She raised her fist up in mocking agreement and grinned at him sarcastically. "Spreading the word eh? Good on you. After all, someone's gotta stop those greedy belugas." She leaned in closer to the boy, still smiling. "Did you know that 1 percent of the people at this rally couldn't honestly care less?" She gestured out to the rest of the crowd. "They are the 99 percent."



WORDCOUNT:: seven hundred twenty five
MUSICPLAYING:: Sing by My Chemical Romance
CURRENTMOOD:: Annoyed!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Liam Red Riding Love!
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: Occupy IDGAF
AUTHORSNOTES:: Octopi Wall Street is in the top 1% of all clever thread titles. /irony

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[LIAM HENDERSON]

Liam eyed the girl approaching him. Great. One of the protestors had missed their daily intake of Blood o' Virgin and was now coming to rip out his throat. And she was smiling about it too. Fuck. She was going to fuck up his day, right here, right now--and smile while she did it. Maybe the octopus necklace was too offensive? Though when her fist went up, a flash of fear caught his eye, and he visibly flinched. No, fists and sudden movements didnt bode too well with Liam.

But she seemed to get the joke--actually. She liked it. Liam wanted to grin, but he looked at her very, very seriously and lowered his sign. Of course, when she leaned in, and said that last bit--he snorted quite loudly. He didn't grin, but the corner of his lips curled upwards. "Don't you know---TONS OF INNOCENT BABY OCTOPUS ARE MADE INTO CALAMARI EACH YEAR?" Liam roared over the rest of the protestors, "OCTOPI ON WALLSTREET!" He shouted, and raised the sign again, and dipped his head down, almost like he were at a rock concert. He slid his eyes sideways to her, and grinned a lopsided grin.

"I am just trying to spread the good word, you know? But they're getting so uppity over it." Liam glanced at the crowd that had turned to look at him even more annoyed after he shouted. He grinned at them, far too widely to be true, and gave them a big thumbs up which was enough to make the octopus on his head bobble. He held the goofy expression until they looked away, and he looked back at Amy, his expression settling down. "I'm just trying to spread the word of the Lord, you know." He leaned in, and looked around carefully, "Cthulhu? I mean, that dude is like...99% octopus. So. He's kinda upset about the lack of concern." Liam's strangely neat eyebrows raised up, and he shook his head like he was completely disgusted. "So what brings you out here uhh...." Again his brows went up, and he leaned his ear towards Amy, his lips parted, waiting for her name. "Cause if you're here for the calamari, I'm afraid we can't be friends. But if you're here to raise hell, feel free to join...."

Liam seemed to pause, and he took a big breath of the cool, autumn air. How long had he been out here now? Great. And he was supposed to pester Jamie into buying him Starbucks. And the boy wasn't here, which meant that Liam was not only being ridiculed by the protestors that couldn't understand the gracious word of the great Cthulhu; but he was going to have to do it on an empty stomach. Because fuck going into Starbucks on his own--the baristas made eyes.

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Tags: Alice/ Amy / Olley / Liam
Notes: I love Liam. Just saying.
Outfit: Octopiiii!

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[AMY WINSTON]

He flinched away from her raised fist, and her eyebrows almost knitted together in concern before she decided it was better not to ask. She was curious, no doubt, but it wasn't polite to pry. But it wasn't too long before the small moment of awkwardness was over, and he snorted at her. Oh! She made someone laugh! She was funny! That made her smile, but his outburst made her laugh. "THAT'S TERRIBLE!" She called over her shoulder toward the crowd. "SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THE MADNESS, OCTOPI CAN'T SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES." The refuge in audacity was refreshing from her daily life, and she decided that Octo-boy was good peeps to be around.

He gave his little spiel about Cthulu, and she couldn't take it. She laughed loudly again, clutching at her stomach. God, she hadn't laughed this much since...uhm....when was the last time she had laughed this much? She straightened, and tucked her hair behind her ear, still sort of laughing. "Oh, no Calamari for me. I like my cephalopods wriggly." She scrunched her nose and wiggled her fingers for effect. "My name's Amy, Amy Winston. Don't you go to Barrie?" The question nagged at her, she was certain she had seen him in her Trig class before. Not that she payed much attention in Trig. Or anything really. Maybe she needed a tutor. Or some adderall. Or some caffeine.

The thought reminded her of what she was actually doing earlier, and she frowned a little. She wanted to invite the kid out for some coffee, but she didn't want him to think she was interested or whatever. How to navigate the delicate situation? As if on cue, her phone buzzed, and a small robot voice sounded from her pocket. 'You have received a new text message.' She smiled embarrassedly at the boy, before checking the update, keeping the screen away from the short man's eyes. Of course it was from Jon, and said nothing more then 'were r u?' She rolled her eyes, and sighed heavily. "Ugh, lamesauce. My boyfriend just cancelled our plans to get coffee." She looked disappointed as she quickly shot back, 'Study session, call you later, love you!' while keeping her face annoyed. No reason Jon needed to know exactly where she was at all times, she didn't have the serial cheater reputation. She looked up appraisingly at squid-boy. "I don't suppose you'd fancy a coffee, would you? Get away from all this." She gestured at the wave again.

Which was starting to push back. She looked up, wondering what was going on now Oh. There was police. With Tasers. And Tear gas. Time to blow this pop-stand. "On second thought, I'm not giving you much choice. Come with me!" She ducked down the street, relying on him to keep up as she turned down a less busy side alley. Starbucks would have been ideal, but Natura's had good coffee too, and wasn't so close to the fray. As she walked toward the little shop, her eyes fell on a familiar face.

Amy didn't make it a habit to give money to homeless people, more often than not they used it to go buy booze. But this girl was a special case. She was often running around the streets of New York, wide eyed and rail thin, just observing. She had waist-length black hair, and pale skin, but beyond that, the girl exuded color and life. Amy had seen her around town a few times with other street kids, particularly a tall blonde boy, but usually just alone.

She had struck up conversations with this girl a few times, enough for her to offer a warm smile and call out to her. "Hey Tori!" The girl smiled back and ran up, stopping short with a shy expression on her face "Hey Miss Amy." Amy fished in her purse for a moment before withdrawing a twenty dollar bill from her stack she had made bartending the last three nights. "You look like you haven't eaten in days, go get some food." Young Victoria smiled, hesitating a little bit before taking the money. "Thanks Amy." Her voice was a little sheepish as Amy ruffled her hair and pushed the teenager on her way. She was a good kid.

She turned back to see if the unknown boy had caught up to her yet. She had tried not to get out of his sight, and she could see his bright red hoodie a little down the alley, while the protesters in the back got more and more heated as things quickly got sour. "Sorry for the almost ditch, I don't handle conflict or confrontation well." She called, her mouth twisting into a sheepish expression.



WORDCOUNT:: eight hundred twenty two
MUSICPLAYING:: Sing by My Chemical Romance
CURRENTMOOD:: Annoyed!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Liam Red Riding Love!
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: Occupy IDGAF
AUTHORSNOTES:: Guest appearance by Viki-babi!

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[LIAM HENDERSON]

Okay, this girl was now his. In a totally platonic way. I mean…she was cute, but she was funnier than she was cute—and Liam liked that. “Liam….Liam Henderson.” He narrowed his eyes, and tried to look as serious as he could with his lousy James Bond impression; but it didn’t work out so well on the three syllable last name. “Yeah, I do. I think you’re in my math class? Not entirely sure, because I mostly sleep in that class.” He mumbled, glancing around the protestors again to make sure that nothing was too out of the ordinary. His head turned back to her when his phone with off, and he waited, before smiling.

“Coincidence, I got stood up too.” Liam sounded a little more annoyed. He should text Jamie to find out where the hell he was. He chewed the insides of his cheek, pushing on the outside with his fingertips. Fuckit. Jamie would figure it out. Actually, it sort of skeeved Liam off that his friend was missing. He’d been acting pretty strange lately, and if getting coffee with a cute and funny girl would help get over Jamie bailing on him, then the great Cthuhlu hath spoken!

“I….would love a coffee.” True story bro, tell it again! Liam loved him some coffee. Extra cream, extra sugar. Sweet and mild, just the way he liked it. And if they had some of those coffee mate flavor additives? Oh you bet your sweet little patoot that he was on that like white on rice. Actually…he had a habit of sipping the flavor straight from the bottle sometimes. She called his attention when the police started to fight back, and that actually did piss him off. The Occupiers were a pain in the ass, sure—but the tasers and tear-gas were a bit extreme, weren’t they? Liam gave one last frustrated glance, before abandoning his sign, and ducking after Amy.

He was close enough that he saw what Amy had gotten distracted doing, and far enough that he was glad so he didn’t frighten off the girl. Bums were supposed to be grimey, and dirty, and creepy. This was a cute bum, of all the things. Liam was curious, he wanted to know what put this young girl out on the street. How could she be so pale? Was there anything he could do to help? He came from a shit situation, so had his best friend. Maybe they could help her? Then again, two grown men trying to help a little girl seemed all kinds of sketch. Having a penis…third world problem.

“It’s alright, for the best anyway. Tear-gas was a bit over the handle but…” He glanced back again, suddenly feeling bad. Maybe Jamie had been in that crowd, and Liam just had been too much of a fucking short-ass to see him. It was entirely plausible. Instead, Liam paused. “Gimme a sec, yeah?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping away wildly on the screen. ’If you’re being an octopus, get the hell out of dodge. It got ugly. I’m okay. @ nature w/ new friend’. The new friend bit might make Jamie on edge. He was tempted to text again, explain everything—but he’d just tell Jamie to his face. Instead, he pushed the phone back into his pocket, and grabbed the door to Natura once they had gotten to it, and opened the door for Amy. “You know, I’ve never been here. They’re good?” He asked, peering up at Amy curiously.

That’s it. He was making like KISS and getting a damn pair of boots.

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Tags: Alice/ Amy / Olley / Liam
Notes: Hello Sully stalker!
Outfit: Octopiiii!

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[JAMES KENNEDY]

Okay, so Jamie had been running late. That didn't mean that Liam was getting stood up or that he wasn't going to show up, and his best friend might actually have failed to notice that Jamie was late at all if Jamie could have found him in the crowd. A fatal failure in their planning had been that Liam told him to meet him there, but hadn't named a specific landmark to head for. It was frustrating, and basically meant that Jamie was too stubborn to fight to hear Liam over the crowd during a phone call, and he was just working on guesses in his attempt to locate the other man. He didn't know it, but he was on the right track, just at the disadvantage of entering the crowd on the wrong side. He had a good bit of ground to cover, and was accidentally closer to the more aggressive portion of the situation than Liam was.

Unfortunately, he was also quite focused on searching the crowd for his much shorter best friend, so he noticed the sudden introduction of mace, tear gas and tasers from the smell. Yes, somehow, he could smell something like ozone or whatever and glanced around to someone shouting and getting hit with one. Oh, hell no.

"Fuck my life," he cursed, eyes narrowing as the gas was dumped into that portion of the crowd, and he did not care enough about this cause (had in fact been intending to troll them with Liam) to deal with tear gas. He was out of here, but where was Liam? Fuck, he wasn't in here somewhere, was he? Jamie was trying to push his way out of the mass of people and away from the tear gas, but he wasn't the only one who'd decided that they didn't actually give enough fucks for this shit, so he was suddenly just one of many who wanted to get away from the shit in the air. Fuckfuckfuck. He didn't like anyone here, so shoving his way out wasn't really a problem for him and he was thinking that he might have been far enough from the point of impact for the gas that he might be okay, but he could already feel the painful itching and irritation in his nose and eyes.

No way! It wasn't even that close! Christ, was his body pussying out on him? That was bullshit! He sneezed, trying instinctively to get rid of the itch, but that only made it worse and these bastards in his way needed to get the fuck out of there. None of them seemed to be reacting to the gas yet, which was only fueling his frustration, but he gave one last dude who was shouting and freaking out over the fact that 'the pigs are gassing us, man!' a shove with his palm in the bastard's face, and he was out of the throng of idiots. He hit open air and made the mistake of rubbing at his eyes, which only made the burning worse and his mood less pleasant. What the fuck, tear gas? That was fucking overkill, all the way, and his phone had buzzed while he was in there, but he couldn't reach it. Now, he was circling around the crowd, trying to blink through the way his eyes were watering up to see Liam if his friend was there, but the text message he found waiting for him just made him squeeze his irritated eyes shut and release another frustrated groan. Liam was gone, so there was no reason for him to linger here where that cloud of nastiness was bound to get closer. He glanced around with watery eyes, sniffling a little so that he didn't have to immediately wipe at his now running nose, and where was Natura? That way, right?

It better be. He took off in the direction he thought was correct at a pretty quick pace, not at all sad to leave that mess behind, but he could still taste that nastiness on the air, like someone had seasoned the air itself with ground pepper, and it made him cough and stop running again, which was damn annoying. He could have gotten to Natura more quickly if he'd run it, but the increase in his breathing was just making him cough and want to spit more. It was also making his nose run faster, which was not the goal. As much as he loved Liam, his first stop as soon as he arrived in the building was to hit up that little station with all the condiments (cream, sugars and stirring sticks counted as condiments there, shut up) so that he could grab a few of those stupid little bev naps to blow his nose. He was almost afraid to wipe at the tears in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks because rubbing with his hands just hurt worse, but maybe it was on his skin?

Ugh, this was stupid. He definitely wasn't close enough to warrant this fuckery. Only after he'd blown his nose and tossed the napkins in the trash did he scan the room for Liam, and he gave his friend a miserable sort of half-wave when he saw him, blinking his eyes shut hard for a second and then opening them again. He didn't even want to know how red they were, but he'd go wash his hands and flush out his eyes in just a second. "Don't touch me, dude, I didn't think I was close enough to the morons with the gas, but I obviously was," he warned, putting his hands up as he got closer to him and the 'new friend' that must have been that chick.

"It's probably in my damn clothes," he complained with another sniffle, and wasn't that just fucking adorable? He hated this day, damn it.

[AMY WINSTON]

The arrival and disappearance of Tori was a nice little break from the madness for a moment.The poor thing was living underground somewhere, so Amy like to help her out. She had come to find out that the little street-rat (a term she used with the utmost affection) hated accepting money for nothing, so occasionally she came around Amy's apartment and helped out a little. Washing windows, sweeping up. She was horrible at it, bless her heart, but anything to ease her conscience was fine with Amy. The one thing she did put her foot down on was that the girl did NOT help out in the kitchen. Amy had asked her to help make cupcakes once...terrible idea.

She winced at the memory of the rock hard barely-edibles, but felt generally good about having done her good deed for the day. Liam caught up to her, whipped out his phone to text someone (presumably the person who had left him high and dry at the rally) and she seized her arm in his own as they walked into the shop. She wasn't sure what it was about the boy, but she felt comfortable with him. Like they were kindred spirits. "They're amazing. A bit on the hippie-dippy side, but it's really chill, and oh god, the scoooneess."

Natura's was a nice little place, filled with the 'intellectual' crowd, and had free wi-fi, so most of the tables were taken. She led her new friend to an un-occupied couch that surrounded a mosaic table, and dropped her purse there haphazardly. "That got a little crazy back there. Sure the protesters are annoying, but I think they have a right to do that, don't they?" Oh God, Amy, don't talk about politics. She blushed a little, dipping her head as she ordered her Mocha Macchiato and raspberry danish, and waited patiently for Liam and her's orders to come up.

They sat down, and she attempted to make some conversation, sipping demurely at her coffee. "So, Liam. What's your major?" It was a lame question, but she had learned that most people didn't like a barrage of questions along the lines of 'whats your favorite tv show/music/book/movie?' until a bit later in the conversation. She was aware that they had a bit of an ice-breaker in the way of oppressed sea life, but no sense beating the dead horse. Though she was curious about something. "By the way, how did you come up with the idea of trolling to protesters? Weren't you afraid of people getting mad?"

Amy had never been one for confrontation, and though she would have liked to do something like that, she was afraid that someone would get upset and like...punch her or something.

They chatted for a little bit, when the bell of the door ringing caught her attention. Her eyebrows knitted together in concern as she looked at the poor boy who had run in, straight to the coffee bar to get some napkins, and blew his nose. He scoured the room, signaled Liam, and walked over, blinking back tears. Oh no. Liam wasn't stood up, but his friend/date/whatever was clearly in the middle of the tirade. He mentioned something about not touching him, and her mouth twisted to the side. "Oh God, are you okay? I'm Amy by the way. How are your eyes?" What did you do to fix tear gas? Why wasn't she better at things?

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WORDCOUNT:: five hundred eighty four
MUSICPLAYING:: Sing by My Chemical Romance
CURRENTMOOD:: Concerneeed!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Liam Red Riding Love, and the Big Bad Jamie! Why grandmother, what a sexy face you have.
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: Occupy IDGAF
AUTHORSNOTES:: Octopi Wall Street is in the top 1% of all clever thread titles. /irony[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[LIAM HENDERSON]

Liam followed her into the little cafe, and glanced around. Oh, that was nice. Hipsters. Everywhere, and dammit--he blended right in. He reached up to pluck the octopus off his head and stuffed it in his hoodie pocket as he followed Amy through the tables, taking a seat with her. "Scones? You have just said the magic word, my good man."

"The right to peaceably assemble, and all that jazz. They were on City property, not private. As well as the fact they wern't actually causing a riot, or any distress. Hello law suits." Liam ordered one of those heavenly sounding scones, along with a iced caramel latte--ice blended up like a smoothie. There was not like having watered down icecubes because some jackass was trying to pretend it was some kind of soda. Yeah, fuck that. Blend it and make that shit even, thank you.

Once they received their orders and made it back to their table, Liam easily pulled up his legs and crossed them in his chair, and settled in. Regardless of the taste of Hipster that was everywhere--it was actually quite relaxing in here. Liam broke off a piece of his scone, and popped it into his mouth before sucking on the end of the straw of his coffee. Oh, sweet black magic--that was damn good coffee. "Oh, uh--" Liam was always a little bit nervous when really mentioning his major. He had done it before, and had been asked to play something before. Like he was supposed to pull a guitar out of his ass or something. "Music theory, I want to be a music teacher. What about you--wait! No, let me guess...You want to be a math-magician." No, Liam. The word you are looking for is Mathmatician.

"Nah, I mean. It's not like they could beat the shit out of me." Liam shrugged his shoulder. Well, they actually could. But then they'd have to deal with Jamie. Which, for all that man's sweetness, he could be downright frightening. "Just seemed like a fun idea. Jamie and I were bouncing around the idea of doing something today, and that came up."

[/b] He stared back into his cup of coffee, and took another thoughtful sip. "You know, Starbucks can take it in the ass. This place is about ten and three-fourths times better."

Liam wasn't particularly bothered by the bell chime, but Amy had looked up from their conversation, and it made him look too. Jamie! Who was...oh no. Liam almost knocked over his chair in the process of jumping up and rushing over to him. Shit--he had been careless and Jamie ended up getting hurt because of it. Liam almost rushed him, but came to a halt when Jamie's hands went up. A brow lifted up towards his hair, and he shoved Jamie's hands out of the way and leaned in to sniff at his shirt, before leaning back. No burning. Liam didn't itch, didn't sniffle--the tear gas wasn't even on him. "Dude, you pussied out. There's nothing on you." Then Liam did something incredibly stupid. He placed his hands on Jamie's shirt, then rubbed his own eyes.

Nothing.

It prompted a loud laugh from Liam, and he looked over to grin at Amy. "Amy, this sniffly little thing is Jamie. Jamie, Amy." Two things, Liam. One--you cannot call anyone little when you height limit for midget wrestling, and two--rhyming is not cute. No matter how badly it's currently making you snort and try to retain your laughter. "Jamie, you need to go flush your eyes with some water. If there's anything in your eyes, then it should come out. But really dude, don't go and watch The Notebook before you come hang out with me."[/b] That's how they were. Teasing, playful, but only taking that from each other. If anyone else ever teased Jamie the way he did, Liam would be the first person to stare them down until they shrunk to the size of an ameoba. "What do you want? Since I already bought mine, you can get me a coffee another day. I got it this time."[/blockquote][/color]

Tags: Alice/ Amy / Olley / Liam
Notes: Hello Sully stalker!
Outfit: Octopiiii!

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[JAMES KENNEDY]

Yeah, this was an awesome first impression, wasn't it? Fantastic. At least she wasn't likely to ever forget him, right?

Amy? That would be funny later, when he wasn't distracted by the fact that his eyes burned, his nose was running and he had a nasty taste in his mouth, and when Liam wasn't giving him such a hard time. He actually shot his friend a harsh look at the teasing, having pulled away pretty quickly when Liam touched him (after he'd said not to, wtf?), but Liam's eyes didn't seem bothered when he rubbed them. Shit. Was he pussying out? No way, his senses were all jacked up by the gas, why was Liam okay?

"I'm fine, nice to meet you, Amy," he told the girl, pointedly looking at Liam and blinking hard to let hot tears spill down his cheeks. "I don't know why it's bothering me, because I said I didn't think I was close enough, but it is and you're an asshole, Liam."

What did he want? Christ, he didn't know. For his eyes to stop burning and his nose to stop running, for starters. "I don't know, water? Maybe a mocha, I'll be right back," he told Liam, disappearing to the bathroom to wash his hands, face and flush out his eyes. Oh, and to get a look at his red eyes and all. Lovely. Fuck those protesters, they were stupid and deserved to be properly trolled. Too bad he'd been so concerned with finding Liam, because he'd have liked to piss them all off more. Whatever. Everyone was entitled to shitty plans that blew up in their face, and this one definitely counted, especially since his nose and eyes were apparently extremely sensitive, especially his nose. It took a few more flushes to get his eyes to something resembling a normal state of being, despite them still looking red and irritated, and a few minutes blowing his nose some more to clear it out a little, but he felt a little more like himself by the time he was done. He rinsed the taste out of his mouth a few times with water, and finally went back out to Liam and Amy to face more of the ribbing Liam was sure to drop on him. At least the girl seemed pretty nice.

"So, where the hell did you end up hanging in the crowd, dude?" he asked when he sat down at their table with a sigh. "Next time we go to a big event, we need to either show up together or plan out exactly were to meet. I totally couldn't find you out there."

Good plan, right? Yeah, they definitely should have thought of that sooner. Jamie picked up his drink with a quiet 'thanks' and blew on it a little to hopefully not burn the hell out of his mouth. He always waited a little while before actually drinking a coffee or hot chocolate because they were always too hot, but like an eager little kid, he always blew on it and tried to get little sips when he knew it was still really hot. This time would have been no different, except that he took a sniff of it beforehand just to savor the awesome smell of coffee and chocolate, but it didn't smell right. He could smell the chocolate, but the coffee, holy crap, it was strong. Why was the coffee smell so overpowering? With a curious look, he blew on it a little more and tried a sip, just to test it, then another to make sure he wasn't confused.

Wow, was that strong. "Did you put extra shots in here, Liam?" he asked, not really sure why his friend would have done that, but certain that must be the case. This was all he ever ordered, but he'd never ordered it here, so maybe they just had strong coffee?