Drops of Jupiter

Name: Michael Oakcroft
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6 '1"
Weight: 151
Eye Color: Light Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Mid
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Race: Human
Personality: He's a sensible guy who's got his morals and sticks to them. He tends to be as just as he can and as open-minded. He likes partying as much as the next person, but also enjoys spending time alone. He especially loves to be outside walking around, or at museums. He's an editor for a publishing company, but is also striving to be an author as well.
Other: He has a younger brother, but his parents are passed away. His younger brother is off at college and they're on alright speaking terms, but haven't seen each other in a while. He's single and lives alone in an apartment.

Name: Stephen "Stevie" Ray
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Color: White
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140#
Personality: Bubbly, playful, silly
Occupation: Barista at a coffee shop, freelance writer and artist
Other: Lives in a loft apartment with his cat, Belize (or "Beeze" as Stevie likes to call him), an orange mackerel tabby.

Stevie:

Beeze:

((*Gasples* Teh kitty is sooo cute!!! *Loves it to death*))

"You. are. annoying."
"Did you just say something about canoeing?"
"No, woman, clear your ears. I'm calling you annoying for f**ks sake."
"Okay, just stop muttering around all the time... here, take this."
"And still the annoying-ness continues. You are unbelievable, woman."
"I have a name."
"Yeah yeah.........whatever. I'm leaving."
"Those are the words I've been waiting to hear ALL day."

Not another one.
He was practically skipping down the stairs, ready to get out of the place. But the prospect that he was on his way to get another manuscript from some author that really got him pissed. He wasn't even that good. What did people see in him anyway. It was stupid.
Michael was thoroughly upset, the shrill cold only make his angered thoughts sharper. He was probably glaring again without realizing it, the rest of the world's peoples staring at him like he was insane. But he wasn't. At least, not yet. In the midst of his mid-morning rant, the overwhelming scent of coffee practically grabbed him and pulled him in its direction. He could feel the invisible coffee arms tugging on his scarf like a child would, coaxing him into a living room warm cafe. And hey, he had some extra time. Not like he wasn't exactly "rushing" to get the manuscript, unlike the rest of the company. He stuffed his hands into his pocket, pleased to see they had a large menu posted colorfully up on the wall.
He couldn't decide what to order so he ended up standing there, letting others pass him in the line. He was probably getting strange looks for a few of the costumers and the workers. He wasn't very good at blending in, and with his odd personality and odd appearance, it made it harder. Finally, he decided on some hot cinnamon apple drink they had on the special, along with a banana nut muffin. He'd decided that he wasn't in the mood for coffee, even if it did smell good.
Stepping up to the counter, he waited for the person behind the register to notify him that he was ready to take his order.

(*Runs into each other* "I'm sorry." "No I'm sorry." "I am so sorry!" "No I am so sorry!" "I'm sorry!!!" *Palm to face the other's face* "Are you okay!?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "Wanna go to a cafe?" "Sure." *Skips to cafe* Hehehe.)

(xD I totally forgot about that! Man, I miss you and Marcus.)

Stevie Ray finished a customer's drink and handed it to them with a bright smile, which quickly turned to a slightly irritated grimace when the person walked away without dropping a tip in the jar. This job is a lot more difficult than these guys realize, he thought to himself grumpily. That's the whole reason we do it for them! If they can't get the equipment and make the stuff at home, they should at least tip the people who can. Jeeze! If they would just watch us make it, instead of texting on their cellphones, they'd see how much work goes into making just one latte. Maybe they'd appreciate us more then. He shook his head to clear the negative thoughts from his mind. If he didn't keep a smile on his face then he definitely wasn't going to get any tips.

He turned to his next customer, an attractive guy with some seriously pretty green eyes. Well, that's a surefire way to get my mind off my troubles! What a cutie!

"What can I get for you, sir?"

Michael was thinking about just how much he really wanted a cigarette at that moment. He'd just glanced at a lady in weird checkered clothing polluting the atmosphere outside the coffee shop and thought to himself how he wished he could be doing the exact same thing. Unfortunately, it was his turn so he slid forward to the register, noting the overly cheerful looking worker with the weirdest color of eyes he'd ever seen. Purple? He couldn't help but sound the word out in his head. Sure he had bright green eyes, but there were others out there with green eyes, too. Purple... not so much.
He cleared his throat, though it didn't help him. His voice, low-medium in tone with the slightest bit of Northern accent, spoke out as he glanced once more up at the menu. "Um, could you please get me the cinnamon-apple drink, as well as a banana nut muffin?" He was now looking down at his pockets to locate his wallet, and upon finding it glanced back up through his eyelashes.
They're still purple...
So it hadn't been a trick of the eye or of the mind.
Incredible.
He fumbled for a moment then opened the wallet and lifted his head to listen for what the total would be.

Stevie smiled brightly and nodded, punching the man's order into the computer. "I'll have your order for you in just a second, sir," he said merrily, turning to his work. He worked quickly, sort of dancing in place as he did so, and he talked all the while. "I've never seen you in here before. It's always nice to see a new face around here. Yanno, most of our customers are regulars." He paused for a moment as he said that, smiling at his customer. "I hope you'll be a regular, too. What's your name, by the way? Mine's Stevie."