i'm a cheetah on the plains/i'm a highway star

[nuns4money]

Who: Eda and YOU!
What: A day in a life of the rescuers party girl.
When: March 5th
Where: Various places in around Vista City
Warnings: It's Eda, stuff will happen, yo. :|

ONE | CAFE | grab yourself a mug 'cuz I made a fresh pot

Eda starts up her day like a lot of people in Vista City, she goes to The Daily Grind and has her coffee and breakfast there along with reading tabloids. (Pricilla’s is pretty nice, but she prefers this cafe because it's close to work and for some reason their caffeine is more... zippy than theirs.) She's relaxed at the moment, dressed for the workplace and ready to talk to some musicians.

TWO | WORK | i'm a bad dream/i'm a rad scene/i'm a tad mean

Eda's workplace is the Primal Lion Hotel, as expected it's near Pride headquarters and sees a lot of traffic from musicians, producers, various sound tech, and AR's from Pride. Eda doesn't like to toot her own horn but she thinks she's pretty good at her job. She's friendly and personable, and just rough around the edges to appeal to the people that stay here.

"Hello, and Welcome to The Primal Lion Hotel. How may I help you?"

THREE | OUTSIDE A BEAUTY SALON | break neck, trainwreck, in my presence genuflect

Eda's been meaning to do this ever since certain tabloids came out about her. She's known as 'the blonde' to most people that watch Manticore and other Pride bands and usually it's never a good thing. (Those fans are fucking crazy. Also it's a favor to Riza.) So she goes to the salon and asks for a crazy ass dye job that nearly guaranteed to put a death knell to 'the blonde' title she has : bleached to it's limit and toned to look white, even silver in certain angles, and the roots are dyed blue to contrast. Why? Cause she can. Admittedly she was a little inspired by the various 'Squalo inspired' dyes some of the Manticore fans have that she's seen around town. But usually they just went full white or silver, Eda thinks the blue roots mark her as unique.

After this long process, Eda can be found walking the street right by the beauty salon. Gladly showing it off.    

Comments

[sharktrash]

He'll actually pause in whatever rant he's giving the manager right now and turn to look at the woman. It's quite unusual that people yell at him, mostly because they usually know better. There's no competing with him where volume is concerned. The initial surprise wears off in three, two, one...

"COFFEE??! HOT FUCKING PISS IN A CUP IS WHAT THIS IS!!!"

[nuns4money]

She don't give a shit if her ears are fucking ringing. He's gonna hear her goddammit. What she doesn't have in volume, she makes up for in sheer anger.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT IT IS TO YOU BITCH, YOU JUST DON'T THROW IT AT PEOPLE. WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU RAISED?!"

[sharktrash]

Yeah haha good luck with that. He's not intimidated in the slightest.

"IN THE SAME BITCHHOUSE YOUR MOMMA WORKS IN, TITS. YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH SOMETHING?!"

[nuns4money]

She isn't either. Notice that she isn't too pissed off about calling her Mama a whore.

"YA CALLIN ME THE FIRST THING YA LOOK AT, HOW DAMN BASIC. I DO GOTTA PROBLEM YA GODAMN FUCKIN SENTIENT RAKE, YOU AIN'T GOT BASIC RESPECT FOR PEOPLE. ALL THIS BULLSHIT IN THE MORNING OVER BAD COFFEE?"

Wait... that's Squalo she's screaming at. Oh well, he ain't special.

[sharktrash]

He'd notice if he cared. As is, he'll just keep on shittalking.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GUESS? HERE'S YOUR BLOODY GOLD STAR, SHERLOCK!! THESE PEOPLE DON'T GOT BASIC RESPECT FOR COFFEE!!"

[nuns4money]

"THEN WHAT THE FUCK YOU DRINK NORMALLY, ASSHOLE? GOD'S TEARS OR SOME SHIT?"

As arrogant as this guy is, she wouldn't be surprised if he did.

[sharktrash]

"COFFEE THAT'S WORTH THE FUCKING NAME, SHITFACE."

He makes a frustrated sound, flips around and stomps behind the counter, shoving the barrista out from there.

"You're all hopeless. Fine, I'll show you how it's done. Go take care of the bitch over there, calm her down, throw her out, I don't care, then come back here."

And he starts digging through the ingredients. The manager looks like she wants to say something, but apparently decides against it. Coffee made by a star, that's good publicity, right?

[nuns4money]

Meanwhile Eda just stands there, the barrista tries to serve her but she shakes her head. So she merely sits down in her seat trying to calm herself down.

She's gonna taste this coffee he's making dammit. and if it tastes like shit, she's throwing the coffee at him.

[sharktrash]

Well, he's working like a coffee whiz. It'll take him a while, maybe ten-fifteen minutes to 'salvage this shit' and also send someone to the store with a shopping list because clearly some important ingredients are missing. Then he'll be whipping up coffee: espresso, latte and cappuccino to be exact, just the way it's supposed to be.

(It will probably be stronger than what's usually served here, especially the first one, but smell and taste great. Unless your head's exploding from the caffeine, which, you know, could theoretically happen.)

The barristas try it, look amazed and write down pointers, at least.

[nuns4money]

Eda gets her hands of one of these creation and may take a sip...

Holy shit, she actually may need to apologize to him. (Still no excuse for throwing at her though.)

[sharktrash]

Well, he's definitely gloating and taking compliments, so he might take an apology too. He may or may not rub it in her face, though. In the meantime, he's writing down instructions, since one of the barristas turned out to be half-Italian and should therefore be capable of producing God's drink.

[nuns4money]

Eda comes over with one of those espresso's he made and looks embarrassed for a brief moment.

"Hey- I'm kinda sorry for that whole thing earlier."

[sharktrash]

He looks back at her rather unimpressed, but after a moment of looking at her he seems to ease up a bit. (Thank her ample bosom, probably.)

"As you well should be," he snipes but leaves it at that. "I take it you've seen the god of coffee now."

[nuns4money]

"I wouldn't say that. But this leaves that old swill in the dust." Not quite massaging his ego.

[sharktrash]

But she is. "Told ya," he quips back, pleased, and turns away to finish bullying the baristas.