Alex kept an eye out for the three mysterious girls he'd watched Burr interact with, but two whole days went by and he didn't see any of them. Burr was avoiding Libertea as well, which was strange. Alex was sure that he'd whither away and die without a daily Americano.
"Maybe he started going to Starbucks," he commented to John, during the post-noon lull on the third day without Burr or the three girls. John snorted into his drink (caramel coffee with way too much milk).
"Starbucks sucks, Alex, even Burr knows that."
"You're just saying that 'cause you're biased. I used to drink Starbucks all the time, before--"
"Before you stepped foot in here and John motherfucking Laurens made you the best damn drink you've ever put your sweet lips on, right?"
Alex raised both eyebrows. "Sweet lips?"
"The sweetest." John winked.
"Burr's got to come in sooner or later," Alex continued, artfully changing the subject. "I want to ask him about those girls he was talking to the other day."
"Oh, that'll go over well. Hey, Aaron, tell me about those girls that ruthlessly rejected you--"
Alex crossed his arms. "Well I'd word it better than that."
"Hey, Aaron, tell me about those girls I've been stalking for three days--"
He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, John, or else I'm going to go hang out with Laf in the kitchen."
"Hey Aaron, I want to get rejected, too--"
Alex threw the last of the empty cups he'd been stacking at John's head, and made good on his word. Ducking into the kitchen, the sight of Lafayette and Herc, heads bent solemnly over Lafayette's iPad, made him stop in his tracks.
"Uh, guys, what's up?"
"Oh, Alex, come here, come here," Herc said quickly, beckoning him over. "I thought you were Washington. Oh, man, we'd have gotten our asses handed to us."
"Why, 'cause of the iPad?" Alex asked. "I thought Mr. Washington was okay with technology as long as no one's in the store. John's on his phone, like, all the time."
(It was true. Alex didn't know who he was texting at all hours of the day, because the only other people he'd seen John be even mildly nice to were also working in the same place he was. Maybe he wasn't texting. Maybe he was secretly Libertea's Flappy Bird champion.
Alex was one hundred percent sure that John would kill him if he ever heard Alex say that out loud.)
"Nah," Herc said, sliding the iPad across the table, through some flour, despite Lafayette's sharp intake of breath. "Because of what we're watching."
Alex internally cringed. What could they possibly be watching-- "What is it?"
"See for yourself."
Lafayette leaned across the table and tapped the red play icon on the Youtube video. Alex leaned down to watch, but leaned back up almost immediately.
"I recognize that dude."
"Samuel Seabury," Herc said, nodding, as one of their semi-regulars, Seabury, introduced whatever he was talking about. Some realtor's agency or something else Alex didn't think he'd ever be watching a video on. "He works for a real estate agency called All The King's Men, or, as John abbreviates it, those fuckers."
"Why do you guys hate these guys so much?"
"Washington," Lafayette explained, pausing the video. "He hates the guy who owns the agency, George King the third."
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Sons Of Libertea
FanficA kid from the West Indies moves to New York City to study law. A pre-law student becomes a barista to pay the bills. A barista fights for his friends, makes his own family, falls in love a little, and gets in way over his head. And there's a millio...
