"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit..."
A resounding groan rumbled from the defeated Jo'Ann as she lay slumped on the diner counter in front of her, as well as her competitor. Hamburger wrappers, as well as the occasional scraps of lettuce leaves and beef juice, lay strewn everywhere while Jo'Ann struggled to not express her nausea through... Well... To say that she was defeated in the latest friendly eating contest was an underestimate. She was utterly decimated, and her stomach was probably punching her brain as a direct result of this impulsive decision gone horribly wrong (at least from her part).
In spite of the discomfort, however, Jo'Ann gave the middle-aged man a cool smile as she slurred, "But hey, uhhhh... It's all fun and games in the end though, riiiight? You had a nice time with those-" Her words were interrupted by a cough that almost sounded like a gag. "- Uhhhhhhhhhhh... Hambuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrgers, to say the least..." And Jo'Ann did mean it, in spite of the fact that she was also questioning how the hell he managed to stomach so much hamburgers and fries at once.
Maybe she'd ask Presley later on.
Stifling another groan, Jo'Ann peered over at the unfinished hamburger she had halfheartedly bitten before declaring defeat, then added, "I know for a fact that I couldn't have... Really done this shit with that tetchy prince... Ex-prince, I think... But it doesn't matter. I think I still need to clean up that ginger ale from the last time we spoke..." And though she seemed like she was grousing over the incident, Jo'Ann seemed pleasantly bemused, as she bit her lip in a measly attempt to restrain a chuff.
"I'll consider a rematch in tiiiiiiiime, because there's no way in hell that I'm going to let yoooooouuuuuu use this as something to rub in my face when I act like a dumbass. Nooooo way..."
Jo'Ann coughed once more before chirruping with her usual pomp, "But fiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrst, how about... A milkshake?" Well, not really her usual pomp. Exhaustion clearly permeated her words, but she remains lackadaisical nonetheless. "I can stomach a chocolate milkshake. With chocolate curls and whipped cream. And the tallest one on the menu too. Bet. I bet that yoooooouuuu can't dooooooo such a thiiiiiing, on the oooooother haaaaaaaannnnnd..."
Don't.
I want to compress Jo'Ann into a blender, then force her to become infused into that iced coffee she loves so much. as a treat.
thank you simon for both the revival and the response. local coffee addict gets snarky over... Starbucks.
Jo'Ann had been looking away from her opponent's face as he gulped down the coffee, or at least tried to do so. It wasn't for his sake, though; it was for hers.
Yada yada, there was something up about his face and how it could literally kill... Yada yada...
The back of her mind nagged at her, silently insisted that the warning was utter fucking bullshit. She wanted nothing more than to be an asshole and just look over in his direction, just to see just what was underneath his mask in the first place- Actually, she didn't deserve anything that would've painted her in a sympathetic light, as she lazily reached her hand towards the cup of coffee that she was due to drink.
As if she hadn't already consumed... Three cups by this point?
This was her fourth cup.
She remained unfazed by that, as well as what the other party had to say when he regained his composure.
"It's mostly because you're not supposed to drink that much of it at once," Jo'Ann piqued in with a slight huff, though a cool smile remained on her face as she slowly peered over her shoulder to look at the man before her. "You're actually supposed to drink bits of it over time. One cup a day over a year is usually enough to build up a tolerance to it. From there, you should be able to stomach as much coffee as you need, and it's not like it's particularly overwhelming considering that this isn't even pure espresso-" She cut herself off to bring the cup to her lips and take a sip from it.
"Though maybe that assumes you'll temper down that pride of yours and get used to it. Unova is full of rich people and fancy things, but they're really not worth associating with. They're all pretentious weirdos, if you ask me."
She did, however, perk up slightly when the man brought up coffee coming from his own region.
With a raised brow, the redhead let out a curious "Mm?" before elaborating, "That... Actually sounds interesting, sir." Jo'Ann leaned in slightly, though she kept her distance lest her presence be that offensive to him. (She did, however, hope to some extent that was actually the case, as her posture seemed to waver back and forth while she "struggled" to decide how much she should lean.) "What's the coffee like where you're from? Does it have whipped cream? Chocolate?" Her voice picked up in a stupidly smug fashion as she continued. "Hazelnut cream?"
Not that it really mattered, as it wasn't long before he ended up preparing to leave. At that moment, Jo'Ann could feel her smile falter, as it was replaced with a... Frown.
"Leaving so soon?" asked Jo'Ann with a somewhat mocking lilt, as she leaned back into her chair and pressed her back to it, "Shame. You asked for it, though, so maybe it's not a waste of time." Her eyes drifted to her fingertips. "Get me some of that coffee eventually, though. I'd actually love to know what it's like, and if it's reeeeaaaaally as good as you claim it to be..." She shrugged, whatever enthusiasm she had earlier suddenly disappearing as she managed to put out one last retort:
"Whatever."