Arthur strolled into the starbucks. He had no reason to be there, other than his parents had (finally) put some money through in his account. Which was good, considering Arthur hadn't be caught doing anything naughty, which meant he hadn't done anything naughty. He wandered over to the counter, ordered a heated scone (with some butter) and a cappuccino. Some coffee would elevate his mood a bit more. He had a good ride before, and after a shower and some serious grooming, he was feeling pretty fly. For a white guy.

Arthur was wearing a pair of black jeans, that were semi tight. A loose light blue shirt with the words; 'I'm not just a guy, I'm THE guy' written in black bold on a diagonal down the front. It repeated itself in large letters, making a pattern. He liked the shirt. Made him feel cool. Arthur then wandered away from the counter, taking a sunny seat where he fell down into the cushioned goodness. It was a nice place to sit. The sun warming the back of his head. The cafe was almost empty, but he was right in the way if someone spilled their drink. Which no one would, because it would make Arthur angry. Not a nice guy when he's angry is Arthur. Someone might also take the seat opposite him. Someone from school maybe. He would like a conversation around about now, as he waited for his food too arrive.
I C O N S ' '

It wasn't as if Arthur found this new person inssufferable, but as his coffee and food was delivered by a scowling waitress, He looked up, and smiled sympatheticly. Poor workers must get this all the time. He took a sip of his coffee, decided it was far to hot and put it back on the saucer. Then, he called out to the disruptive girl; Who do you think you are? His tone was slightly aggressive. Once more he ahd been bukced off by Naples, and was sporting a a rather sore rib, and dented ego. This wasn't a good combanation with a loud person while he was trying to relax.

ooc..
erg.
Sorry.
Next one will be better

Was this girl always so.. rude? He buttered his food with his knife, frowning down at it as if daring it to react. His coffee would still be too hot, so he left it alone. Maybe the best way to lose the girl's interest would be to ignore her. Arthur looked up at the man who had threatened her, and made a face which screamed shut-the-fuck-up. Then, after he thought he had told the guy to back off, he cut a bite sized bit of scone off the edge, and ate it. He didn't like the girl, oh no, she was much too loud. But he detested violence against women. Besides, she wasn't his type, and he would refuse to believe she was. The food tasted good, it made him feel a bit better, only to have his mood sliced in half.

She had decided to sit at his table. Arthur shifted away from her slightly and cut another piece off his scone. It too went in his mouth. Thats nice dear. he told her condescendingly and continued to cut his food up. Just for something to do. His coffee would still be too hot to drink, so he tried to relax by sitting back and clasping his hands on his lap, looking out of the window. By ignoring her, he hoped she would go away.

Arthur looked up in mild surprise. Meeting her gaze with one of complete contentness. Do as you please. Its not my place to tell you what to do. Arthur didn't even have a sour sound in his voice. He was a bit upset when he hit her, and lept to his feet. But then sat down once more, because it was obvious that she could handle herself. Then, he got tired of all the idiotic conversation. Look, You can stay, you can go. But, can you calm down and be civil? he almost added a rather sour sentence, but didn't, and managed to keep his face perfectly calm.

Arthur took another bite of his food. It was really, really good, and he would have to order another one sooner of later. Maybe a gesture would be alright, but he figured he ought totalk to the waitres. Who was unhappy he was conversing with the loud girl. Valkyrie. Thats what her name was. Arthur smiled a bit at his coffee as he brought it up to his lips. A nice name. Reminded him of Dracula though.

Arthur thought about what she had said, and then, decided she was bi=polar, and was being so fucking annoying because he didn't really know what else to do. So you do board at Able then. he thought he had seen her around somewhere, but wasn't sure if it had been her. Then again, how many bright pink haired girls were there in this world? He smiled at her a bit, the took another sip of his coffee. Now, he was being pleasent. At least she was calmer now.

He rolled his eyes, in a kind fashion. Although it was a joke No, that wasn't what he meant had meant when he said civil. He meant normal. Human. Maybe the girl was a vapmire after all. Arthur shurrged blandly. Sure, why not? It was hardly a question, but his inflection said otherwise. Grinning at his drink, and the crumbs of his food, he thought about getting some more. But no, leave it until it felt like the right time to get it. You know what? I would have never thought you were from Abel. Get in on a scholarship? He wasn't being rude when he asked, he was curious

Arthur just shurrged. Sure, whatever. He didn't know where the gosh-darn he was most of the time. He smiled at his drink, and sipped it a bit more. He could have grimanced at the sound she made. He was not, a child. And would not be told off my her. He gritted his teeth, and stared into the murky coffee waters. He was not in the mood to be childed,

He didn't even react to what she had said. New Jersy? What was that? Out in the wop-wops. A place of farms, sheep and idiots. Arthur was from the big NY, and loved it. He didn't want to be any where near a hill billy. He smirked for a second, then didn't speak. She was in no way keeping the conversation going, so why should he?

ooc..
erg.
sorry.
no muse.

Arthur frowned at his drink. He drained the cup, set it down and stood up. It was nice meetin gyou Dracula, but I'm leaving. He told her. Taking his plate to the counter, he said thatnks to the waitress, and breifly thought about asking for her number, but didn't. He walked toward the door, and pushed open. The conversation he had had today was minimal, and crap. He would be off to find.. Meghan perhaps? Maybe just one of his friends. He didn't know. He had resovled to call Valkyre Dracula. Because, he was mean like that.

ooc..
I'm really brain dead.
sorry.