The story of tonight

We do not throw away our shots

It was a busy day in the city of London, a certain coffee shop was very crowded - a sure sign that the business was booming.

Lauren, the star barista who handled the customers at the counter was busy doing his usual things: making the best coffee and tea in the country.

Laurens green eyes glazed over the crowd of people, he let out a small groan when he saw a person he hated - come into view.

"Rosanna!" Lauren called the lead waitress who was busy chatting with the people she was serving, "It's Jerry, 12 o'clock, get rid of him for me will ya?"

Rosanna looked over, she narrowed her eyes when she spotted Jerry. Rosanna worked her steady way through the line of customers, sometimes being charming "oh Eliza, your art show's next week, right? I'll be sure to swing by," sometimes being suprisingly scalding rude -- "Jerry, I told you, if you order a venti macchiato one more damn fucking time, this is not fucking Starbucks, you dumb shit."

Lauren laughed, high fiving the red head before returning to making a drink.

Meanwhile

Cameron looked high above him at the tall skyscrapers towering over him, the sun rays bursting through the glinting shard that took over the city of London.

He stood in the middle of the bustling crowd of the Londoners walking past each other - some in their suits talking on the phone, others in casual clothing and chatting with their friends. A few more in sophisticated dresses hurriedly rushing to a London cab.

He glanced around and Cameron grinned fixing his black jacket - and he ran forward.

"Hey, excuse me! Dyl, Dylan!" Cameron caught up with Dylan, Dylan turned around and came face to face with the slightly shorter male.

"Excuse me?" Dylan raised an eyebrow at the bent over figure who was struggling to get his breath back.

"Hi Dyl, I'm Cameron-"

"Wait I'm going to have to stop you there," Dylan held both his hands up in a woah gesture, "first of all, don't call me Dyl. We're not that close, second - how the hell do you know who I am?"

"You have quite a reputation around the city." Cameron winked.

Dylan nodded in understanding, "ah, Cameron," Dylan cut in, "Can I buy you a drink?"

Cameron straightened himself out, "that would be nice."

"There's a coffee shop nearby, I go there all the time."

They rounded the corner and a large modern coffee shop came into view, Cameron was in awe of it. The sign glinted in the sunlight, it read C&J's coffee.

"You first," Dylan held the door open and Cameron walked in, "you'll like the place, it's the best coffee shop in the city and the staff are one of the nicest people I have ever me-"

A coffee cup came flying at them, Cameron ducked as Dylan behind him caught the cup with ease.

"Dylan you cheap fuck! I thought I told you to never come back here!" Lauren yelled from behind the counter.

"Watch it Lauren! That was almost the fifth cup you broke this month! If you keep doing that you'll drive us out of business!" Sienna yelled from the back, she was hiding away.

"The staff are one of the nicest people I have ever met," Cameron said, almost mocking Dylans earlier statement. 

Lauren snorted,"Sienna, toi bon marche putain-" which meant Sienna you are a cheap whore.

"Et toi, Laurens, Et toi," Sienna winked.

Cameron cackled, he couldn't help himself. Dylan shot him a scalding over - the- shoulder glare, and the gutter mouthed french speaker leaned over the counter into Camerons line of vision.