"I like my coffee how I would like the rest of the Worlds to be -- dark."
Hi! Welcome to the "I Like My Coffee How I Like My..." thread game!
HOW TO PLAY:
-Choose a character and complete the following prompt: "I like my coffee how I like my [X]...". Then, describe properties relating to whatever X you chose. They do not necessarily have to be applicable to coffee, too.
-You must post IC.
-If your character doesn't drink coffee, you can use tea instead. If your character doesn't drink either, you can use a drink of your choice.
EXAMPLES:
Person A: I like my coffee how I like my women -- sugary sweet.
Person B: I like my tea how I like my gemstone collection -- green!
Person C: I like my coffee how I like my men -- I don't like coffee, and I'm a lesbian.
RULES:
-Do NOT post anything NSFW.
-You can post long, prosey responses, or short, simple responses!
-Most importantly, have fun! Trust me on this.
I'll start us off!
"I like my coffee how I like-- wait, I'm not allowed to make this innuendo? Ahh, fine. I like my coffee how I like my (G-rated, huh, who's mind's in the gutter now?) gratification -- instant. And it's gotta be cheap. With a bad aftertaste and the power to keep me awake at night. 'Course, it always helps if there's some sugar in the mix somewhere... am I pushing it yet?"
"I love my tea like i love my wife
Honey, please come home. It's been so many years that i lost count and i miss you so much. Everyday i think about where you are and how you are doing and i can't stop to think that you've been taken or deas. I can't stand bei g alone in with this empty feeling everyday. This house feels like a cold jail without anyone pls sun come hom e or just give me a sign on where you are oh my g"
Tl;dr, He prefers his tea like he prefers his wife. Not having to wait for years to get it
"I like my tea jus' like I like gods: I don't, and Cas needs to stop tryin' to indoctrinate me whenever I pay him a visit. No, I don't care how fancy it is an' that it's imported all the way from Ltzwan, I'm not gonna drink that stuff-- an' I'm not gonna sit there an' listen to you talk about how great your creepy crawlie god friend is, no matter how much you pay me. Well. Not with how much you're payin' me right now, anyway."
'I like my coffee how I like my homeland. Cold... iced. I don't think I could ever drink hot coffee. I don't like drinking hot anything.'
"I like my coffee how I like my boyfriend... big, sweet, and— I... can't say that, can I... Okay, how about 'I like my coffee how I like my boyfriend, big, sweet, 'n terrifyingly pale.' Dude, I get that you're from Ireland but... jeez, you could blind people with that. It's like you've never even been acquainted with the sun."
"I like my coffee how I like my love... Absolutely sweet... But also maybe not completely dark.
I wonder if Bertie likes his coffee the same way..."
"Coffee? Heh, I see. The only drink that could satisfy Luna would be the pure ambrosia, stolen from the mighty gods themselves. Luna feels benevolent today. Were she to drink a mortal's cup... it would have to be like her beloved river Lethe- or as close as a mortal could imitate it. Icy cold, yet also milky..."