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Post by Riley O'Shea on Apr 7, 2012 19:36:09 GMT -5
 These American cities were a little too crowded for Riley's taste. Certainly Dublin had a sizeable amount of people, but it hadn't felt like it. Plus the people were noticeably more friendly when you bumped into them. New Yorkers on the other hand seemed to be lacking a little in the hospitality department. They were hustling this way and that with their briefcases and their lattes in hand as they elbowed through the crowds. Riley was almost positive that he had a semi-permanent bruise on his left side and a coffee stain on the bottom hem of his shirt. He didn't seem concerned about the matter, if only because the shirt was dark blue..and because the man who had spilled coffee on him had a newly brown-stained shirt. His own fault really, Riley liked to believe. After all, you don't spill coffee on someone and then act like it's their fault. That's just bad manners, Riley smirked knowingly to himself as he slid through the crowded Manhattan streets.
He had already participated in a daily session of training at the Camp but he was still more favorable to spending his lunchtime in Manhattan instead of in that little Dining Pavilion where assigned seating was mandatory. There he felt like an outsider, being forced to sit alone, at least in Manhattan it was by choice that he sat alone. And he even got to choose where he ate his lunch. Exciting, as far as he was concerned. Though he'd only been at the Camp for two weeks now, he was starting to feel a little suffocated by all of the scheduled activities. He thought Americans were all about freedom and the right to choose, but perhaps he was misinformed.
Looking for a way out of this crowd, Riley shouldered his way into a small bakery right on the corner of the street. Upon entrance, he was instantly met with a rush of warmth and the enticing scents of various, carefully constructed cupcakes. "Mm," He grinned cheerfully like a kid in, well, a sweets shop as he filed into the little line forming behind the counter. He would admit that cupcakes were somewhat of a weakness for him. He preferred the homemade variety, but any cupcake was still a cupcake. Especially a chocolate cupcake with a hot fudge filling and a light cream cheese swirl of frosting on top. Oh yes, he knew what he was leaning towards in terms of lunch. Healthy? Well no, but if he paired it with a coffee he could pretend it was somewhat similar to a policemen's lunch. A cupcake and donut were comparable right?
Well, even if they weren't, Riley wasn't concerned about being judged by these people. After all, they were here at lunchtime looking for cupcakes too, weren't they? Pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, the demigod pulled out a twenty dollar bill and slowly he progressed towards the front of the line where he picked out a half-dozen cupcakes and a grande coffee. He traded the bill for his 'lunch' and left the extra money with the cashier for a tip and he quickly retreated to a small table in the corner. It didn't take more than a moment for him to break into the cupcakes, where he pulled out the chocolate one he had been eyeing. He found that it looked even more appetizing without the glass barrier protecting it, so he dove in and took one big bite out of it, earning a small dollop of cream cheese on the tip of his nose. "Delicious."
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word count ;; 613
notes ;; i was hungry for a cupcake..
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