The Barista

straight and taken

A/N: Alright so this is my new fanfiction:) Punctuation? What a foreign concept. Apologies for any misplaced commas, periods, misspelt words etc. most of this was written at like 2am

Also, just a quick disclaimer that there are a couple scenes where characters are high (just weed) and I have never been high so I'm not totally sure what that experience is like. I did some research and asked some friends though, so I hope those scenes are okay and not completely inaccurate. I also know nothing about how motorcycles or British money (pounds) work, so I did my best with what I found online. Other than that, I hope you enjoy

The store shook from the stampede of people that pushed through the doors the moment he had unlocked them. They weren't usually this busy so early in the day but they had new 'Pink Floyd' merch and fans had been waiting outside the store for way longer than reasonable to ensure that they got their hands on some. Stepping back, to avoid being plowed down, Sirius released a heavy sigh through his nose. The day had only just begun and he was already exhausted. Suddenly a sharp pain spiked through his foot and before he could figure out the cause he was rammed into a rack of 'Rolling Stones' T-shirts that were set up behind him.

"Watch it!" Sirius glared at the girl who'd shoved him. She was tall and slender with striking features. She had long auburn hair, her bangs were cut straight across her forehead. He looked down at her footwear to find thick heavy black boots. No wonder his foot was aching. Not to his surprise, the girl only gave him a once over and rolled her violent green eyes, which were cloaked in heavy dark eye makeup, before stomping away without a word. Gritting his teeth Sirius turned on his heel and rammed into another figure, this one taller and definitely masculine. Patience wavering, Sirius was about to lash out until he saw who it was.

"Blimey, James! Where are you going in such a rush?"

His co-worker and brother from another mother gave him an apologetic, but charismatic, crooked grin. James quickly adjusted his thick frames, which had begun to slip down his nose.

"Did you catch the name of that girl back there?" James asked as he ran a hand through his dark hair, making it look even more as if a tornado had just gone through it. As blatantly obnoxious and pretentious as he found his 'I-don't-even-have-to-try-to-look-this-good' hairstyle, the ladies fell over themselves to get their hands in it.

Sirius shook his head and made a face. "The redhead?"

His best mate's hazel eyes widened with warning and James hastily leaned past Sirius to fold 'Wings' shirts. Looking over his shoulder Sirius saw that their manager had poked her head out from her office door. Her lips were pursed as she looked around the store searchingly. Then she caught sight of them.

"The both of you get your arses over to the front and help the customers already!" A few people looked over to see what was going on. "Mister Potter I don't care how far back your parents and I go, I will fire you. And that goes for yourself as well Mister Black."

Cringing a bit at his last name, Sirius and James hightailed it to the front desk. Sure enough there was already a line of impatient teens and young adults.

"Do you think she means that," James asked Sirius. "About firing us I mean?"

Sirius scoffed as he started helping the first costumer. "It's McGonagall," he raised his eyebrows. "Have you ever heard her make a joke?"

James grimaced. "I haven't."

"Then that should be answer enough." Sirius bagged five identical 'Rush' shirts for a young boy and five more of the new 'Pink Floyd' hoodies.

"So you didn't catch that hotties name?" James asked again.

"No, and she wasn't even that good looking." A lie. The redhead had been quite attractive however, Sirius really did love 5to tease his best friend.