Hermitcraft Stuff I Guess

Coffee and Coming Out (oneshot)

Pairing: Romantic Beetho
CW: Cursing, food, non graphic nudity, sexual humor, mention of injury
Au: Coffee Shop :)
Around 5400 words

The grip this ship has on me I swear. Hope you enjoy!

What if I named this place Coffee-E's? Oh, who am I kidding, that's completely stupid. I should do it!

Etho thought back to that moment and smiled. Coffee and bad jokes had always been a passion of his, especially considering they both held his life in a chokehold. It had been about five years since he started his little café, and it wasn't so little anymore. Even though it wasn't named something quite as ridiculous as Coffee-E's, Brewing Up Mischief was a popular joint in his home town of Alma. All kinds of faces could be found ordering different roasts, cocoas, and pastries. All kinds of faces, yet only two were familiar. Doc and Bdubs. Their friendship was close, but half of their conversations were just arguing. Not like Etho was complaining or anything. Still, he occasionally wished for a friend to be soft around. Just someone where he could sit around and watch tv shows with. Something simple, yet still some teasing. He missed that kind of relationship. And hugs. Their little group wasn't very big on hugs, or really touching in general. It had certainly been a while since Etho last held hands with someone. Not like it really mattered or anything, it was only something he missed.

With a ding of the door on a slow day, Etho's life would change. His obnoxious pair of friends barged in with an unfamiliar face.

"Hi, my darling Etho!" If someone were to ask Etho who he was almost polar opposites with, he would respond with Bdubs. Calling him a loud mouth would be an understatement and he took his role as the group's short angry person seriously. Every quip that went his way was responded with yelling of some kind.

"Hey, E." Now he may appear stern, but don't be fooled. Doc is one of the most smug bastards known to mankind. His dark hair was always slicked back with the attitude of a businessman, and his ego could only be matched by a clone of himself.

"What do you want?" Etho tried to keep his face in check, but a smirk tugged at the sides of his mouth. There was no real need for him to ask, they came in frequently enough to the point where he had their orders memorized, but he loved the opportunity to make them talk to him. Bdubs ordered his classic plain black coffee, and Doc got a long macchiato.

"That was my nickname in college." Etho let out a half-sigh-half-laugh, which was pretty new. No one could really make him laugh. Well, Doc and Bdubs couldn't make him laugh. They didn't understand the super complex sense of humor that was the same three jokes repeated over and over again. This new guy better not have a good coffee taste, too, or else Etho may just have a new friend. "I'll take a mocha chip frappe."

"Can I get a name for that order?"

"Beef." That was a new one. All kinds of strange names had popped up over the years, many making no sense at all, but Beef? Certainly new. Now, he could be nice about the name and just write it down on the cup, but Etho figured he should try to get this new meat man familiar with his mind. It wasn't Brewing Up Mischief for nothing. With a smirk, he got to work on the beverages.

After the drinks were finished, Etho slid the coffee over, awaiting their response. Doc smiled, Bdubs took a large swig, and Beef was mock offended.

"Are you kidding me?" He dramatically gasped. "Pork? Really?" Etho chuckled to himself. He already loved Beef. Even with the "betrayal" on his face, he could tell that he wasn't upset. The perfect response to a prank. They were going to be best friends.

Weeks passed and Etho saw Beef with Doc and Bdubs often. Every cup passed out had a new name on it, and Beef still gave the same response per cup.

"Chicken. You're really going to go there?"