2019-11-02 - Morning Coffee Fix

Most of the morning rush has died down, but for a handful of folks scattered around the place. Yule's dressed in a pair of black slacks with a white button down shirt that has blue pinstripes. A light weight, black jacket is worn over it, all to help protect from the chill of fall along with any threat of rain that might come, as so often it does.

He's settled by the windows, lounged back in a chair, and a half full cup of coffee is before him. It still has a touch of steam that rises, but the truly rare thing? Is the fact he's holding a paper. A real, physical, newspaper. It's folded in half as he scans it, now and then those eyes glancing up to take note of the comers and goers of the place.

The harsh, cold....glaringly bright light of the day star is usually the light that Everly goes out of her way to avoid, but she is out and around this morning for some ungodly reason. Chipper, bright-eyed, bushy tailed. None of those things are things that could describe Everly, even to the most generous of person wouldn't be able to assign those sentiments to her.

The tiny terror knocks through the door as loudly as anyone could possibly be going through a door, dressed in chunk boots, skinny jeans and a cable-knit sweater as the only source of warmth against the chill in the fall air. As soon as she passes through the door the irritated sound of a "Fuck you." can be heard before she hangs up her phone, shoving it into her pocket.

That paper is unfolded, a page turned, only to have it go back to that folded state, making the thing so much more manageable to hold onto. The arrival, even as rushed as it is, doesn't seem to stir Yule too much from his reverie, not until those two little words come to life. This has his fingers tugging down the top of his paper to peer over it, watching Everly for a long moment. A touch more is brought down, revealing that charming, bemused smile, and he waits until she's stepping up to order to let his own voice lift to be heard by the barista.

"I'll pay for hers." One shoulder lifts up helplessly, and he doesn't stand to move or introduce himself, letting that paper flip back up so he can continue to read. "Always find a small act of human kindness on a shitty day can make a huge difference."

The order is fairly plain, a cup of coffee, black. She refrains from tacking on an attempted humorous comment of like her soul or something to the request. Barely.

When the offer to cover her coffee is made she looks in that direction, her eyes taking in the man and his actual, honest to god, physical paper. "You know those things are digital these days, yeah?" She doesn't argue against letting someone pick up her tab, though, and just takes her coffee when it's finished being poured. Then she starts towards the table he sits at, inviting herself to it, "Save a tree, right?"

"I could give the speech about how many dinosaurs had to die to use the coal to fuel the power plants that power those digital devices... blah blah blah," A faint smile curls to his features when she comes to have a seat at his table, and this has the paper folded up and tucked away into the seat next to him. "But honestly? They have a paper here, so might as well read it so those trees didn't die for nothing." He fishes out a few dollars for the barista as the man comes over to collect, telling him to keep the change before those brown eyes adjust back to Everly, and out a hand comes in an offer to shake. "Yule Duchannes."

"Everly Kelly." The offered hand is taken and a shake is given in return before she releases it, then she slouches back in her seat before she reaches for the coffee, "You know the statistics of it? Because I'd be willing to listen to you about the speech and the numbers, and how despite what everyone actually thinks, these safe environmental methods...Like cotton, reusable bags and shit at the store? They consume more power, more fuel, to make than the original shit plastic." She gestures towards him before she takes a careful sip from her coffee, "So do go on."

"They do," Yule agrees, though he doesn't seem to have any huge passion for it one way or another, more a man of research than environmental advocacy. "We live in a reusable society, unfortunately, and the life time those things would need? Well, people just aren't willing to hang onto them that long. But one could argue that the systemic, responsible culling of trees to use," His head dips towards the paper in indication, "is better anyway. No one wants the forest fires, which as my brother Winter always reminds me is nature's way of cleaning up in the forest. Better off we cut and replant anyway, then."

"Fire is devastating. Sure." Everly doesn't even sound like she's going to argue that point, because that would be stupid, "However, fire and what is left behind is good for the soil, too. New growth." She tilts her chin towards the folded up paper, "Like the responsible cutting and replanting, or the responsible hunting...It's all part of the circle, each curve feeding into the next." She lifts a hand upwards to draw that circle in the air before she takes another sip from the coffee before she sets it down, "Or some sort of shit like that. Sources quoted and cited go here. You often go around buying random people coffee?"

"Can't a guy have a hobby in this town?" Comes his quip back to her askance of how often he buys people coffee. Yule picks up his own cup, taking a long sip from it, before his head wobbles a bit. "Now and then. Not a habit. And it wasn't so much random. There wasn't a large line of people for me to choose from." Those words are light and teasing, one brow arching upwards as he regards Everly. "You don't seem much a morning person... or that phone call was /really/ bad."

"I'm sure others would have rolled through that have might been worthy of the coffee buying." Everly sets her coffee down on the table, her arms then crossing over her chest as she leans back, legs crossing, "Mornings are a relative thing, right? If I haven't slept yet this is really my evening isn't it?" She doesn't sound like she's buying the shit that she's laying out there for him, but at least seems willing to argue the situation for the sake of conversation. "I work nights, I'm usually asleep at this time of the morning, but nope...I had to do some shit, and deal with an asshole."

She leans forward, her elbows resting on the table as she curls her fingers around the mug of coffee, "Isn't it pretty much always an asshole?"

"Nope. Morning isn't a state of mind. Sounds like those people who say it is 5 o'clock somewhere just so they don't feel like shit for drinking at eight in the morning." Yule's chin tucks down to flash her a look that shows he isn't buying it either, but it's all in a light, bandied about way. "Worked nights after school for a while. No one realizes how much stuff is only open during the middle of the day... when you should be sleeping."

It's her words that have a skeptical expression cast towards her, a small bit of laughter coming as he sips from his cup, "Sounds like you need to stop giving your number out to assholes."

"Unfortunately the school requires me to provide contact information, in case anything goes wrong. Otherwise i wouldn't have given out that number to the asshole." Everly snorts faintly in resigned amusement before she slouches back once again in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, "And you're right, there are a bunch of things you can't do without getting up during the day, but, thankfully a lot of shit is going online these days, which helps."

There is a momentary debate, then she wonders, "What'd you go to school for?"

"Suppose it's hard to find someone not an asshole, these days," Yule muses mildly, his fingers slowly turning his coffee cup in place as he listens. It's the cross of her arms that has his gaze flickering down briefly, and then back up to watch that look of debate, and this draws a bemused look from the fellow. "You don't sem sure you want to know. I promise I didn't get a degree in assholeness. I was /born/ with that gift." That charming smile is flashed towards the woman, before he says, "I won't bore you with the details. The short of it is? I went and became a medical examiner."

"So you're a doctor then?" Everly wonders with an upwards twitch of one brow at the news, her head tilting just a fraction to the side, "Right? You guys are medical doctors, just specializing in pathology instead of like...keeping-a-person-aliveology." She probably could find a real word to put there, but she doesn't bother searching for it, the coffee reached for once more. "Fancy, either way. But...Me?" She indicates herself with the cup of coffee in her hand, "I never went to school, barely finished high school...So now I work shit jobs, for shit pay. Which brings us all the way back around to the asshole situation. I deal with a lot of assholes."

"Yup. Do a four year residency in anatomic pathology after medical school. Then another year of a fellowship at a medical examiners office. I have a horrible bedside manner, but thankfully the dead don't seem to mind." Comes a touch of humor there at that, even as he drains off that coffee he has. "Takes all sorts to make the world go 'round. I'm from here... had a chance to get out, and took it. Went to New York. Does that mean that particular asshole was your boss, or admissions at school, or..." His head just shakes a bit, clearly understanding what sorts those types of jobs have to deal with. "People at work. Always assholes who think they are entitled to things."

"That was them telling me that my daughter tried to beat up a little boy that pulled her pig-tails." Everly shakes her head a bit, "Which, I promise you was not possible. She's far too chill for that, didn't take after me at all." She lifts her coffee to take a quick sip from it before she sets it down on the table, "So I'm supposed to be going to deal with it soon as I leave here." She raises her hand up, a finger in the air as she twirls it around with a roll of her eyes. "Never left, not for more than a brief vacation....and assholes at my work get handsy."

A soft 'ahhh' of understanding comes from Yule at the explanation, his head just shaking back and fourth a bit. "Couldn't even imagine having to deal with all that shit that goes on in schools, these days. No doubt you'll get it taken care of once you visit." He doesn't elaborate if he thinks that'll be by calm talking or beating up the principal of the school, and back he leans into his chair as he considers. "So what is it you do, then? I only got back last year, but things sure seemed to go from bad to worse round here, including in the job prospects department."

"Wait tables, mostly." Which by her tone is obviously very thrilling work, and she is spiritually fulfilled by it. "I can do it and switch my brain off, so..." Everly shakes her head a fraction, a frown crossing over her face, "The waffle shoppe isn't so bad, though. Mostly drunks early in the morning, but harmless ones." She then tilts her head back, looking upwards a moment before she then looks back towards him, "Platinum isn't bad, though. I don't have to put up the grab ass, so that's good...and since most of the assholes are focused on the stage, I don't have to do much talking to them while I refrain from dumping their drinks into their laps."

"Yeah. Suppose they'd want to take care of the staff, given what even a little leeway there might lead to." Yule considers that for a moment, before his phone dings with the sound of a message. He reaches into his jacket, pulling it free to give a look over what is sent through, before his head just shakes a touch. "Speaking of work, apparently that's my cue. Something new to go look at." The device is slid back in, and the paper left on the chair for the next patron that might want to go all old school with it. "Pleasure, Everly. And best of luck dealing with your assholes."

"Best of luck posing your dead bodies and posting the photos on intstagram." Everly returns with a two-fingered salute for him, "Thanks for the coffee." She reaches around the table for the paper when he leaves it behind, evidently she'll be taking it old school for the time being. "Oh, as for shit in town....it only gets more fucked up the longer you're here. You probably should have stayed in New York instead of coming back home."

"Gotta get those likes somehow," He retorts back to her as he moves to stand, pushing his chair back. "Your welcome." Yule's hands lift to give a small tug to his jacket, a dip of his head coming in acknowledgement of what she means about this place. "Yeah. Long story. Isn't it always, though? This place," His head just shakes, dusting out whatever figurative cobwebs it had created before she's flashed a smile. "Morning. Or is it night?" And then he's off to the door, all to leave her to ponder once more if she can distort the meanings of time based upon her sleep schedule.