The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop Chat Thread

Can a coffee shop be potentially dangerous?

  • Yes

    Votes: 4 22.2%

  • No

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • No but coffee can make me potentially dangerous.

    Votes: 7 38.9%

  • HeavensHens88

    Votes: 7 38.9%
  • Total voters
    18
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Rose Quartz said:
Mmmmmnnnnnn... You all are gonna hate me.
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Rose Quartz said:
Kipp wanted to break the silence for Charlies benefit, but didn't know what to say. Especially with his brother there. So he just sat nervously picking at a small tear in the fabric the seat. It wasn't a particularly long drive but it felt like it took forever.

When they finally did get home, Chris didn't even pull in the driveway he just stopped on the side of the road.
"Get out. And don't even think about taking off again, I'm going to watch you go inside."

"Whatever." Kipp sighed pushing his door open. He turned to look back at Charlie before leaving, and handed him a scrap of paper towel with his number scribbled on it. "In case, you need me for something, or, just want to chat." He said, shrugging and giving him an apologetic look. "I have to go." He finished quietly pursing his lips before he stepped out and shut the door behind him. He hoped Chris would be nice to the kid, he probably would be. Everyone seemed to love Chris.

Kipp crossed the street and waved to the car as he opened the door, and then went inside.

His father stood just inside the door his arms folded across his chest and a scowl on his unshaved face.

"Where have you been." He demanded. His stance unwavering. Direct.

Kipp looked up, hands clenched in to fists, watching him warily.
"I was just, out." He answered, doing his best to stare down his father.

"Out? Out. Right. Of course, with, Clary. And, Fred. And Blair. Who are they?! You know not once!" He raised a finger, shaking his fist up and down. "NOT once, have I heard from any of your friends since we moved here. And now, all of a sudden you have friends galore calling one after the other. What are you up to? Huh?! Are you doing drugs? Are you, you know, 'partying'" He asked raising his hands in the air to make quotation marks. "I'd really like to know. Really. So tell me Kipper, where've you been? And don't think I don't know when you're lying. I know you've been lying about where you've been, I just let it slide. I thought there's no way MY son, would EVER get in to something bad. But obviously, I was wrong. So. Tell me. WITHOUT lying. Where were you?" He stopped his tirade of questions, and planted his fists on his hips staring down at Kipp with contempt.

"I'm not on drugs dad!" Kipp yelled defensively.

"Then where WERE you!" He yelled back, shoving Kipp hard against the door and holding him there. Kipp crumpled against the door, trying not to shake.

"No where. I was no where." He whispered his gaze fixed on an old pair of shoes in the corner. His dad gritted his teeth, raising a balled fist and slamming it into the door next to him. Kipp shuddered, sinking down against the hard wood. "I'm sorry." He breathed, "I won't do it again."

"THAT'S RIGHT YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN." His dad roared. "NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT." He grabbed a fistful of Kipp's shirt and threw him toward his room. Kipp caught himself against a wall and scrambled to his room, closing the door behind himself, and collapsing on the messy bed. He grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it. His chest hurt, his heart was racing and beating hard against his ribs. At least he didn't hit you this time. It's done. It's over. It's fine.
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Rose Quartz said:
There's a reason I was not wanting to write him going home.
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Poor Kipp! :hit
 

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