ROLEPLAY HQ - take-a-slice

maryyelenorr 06-Dec-21 12:29 AM

@LeftistNerd

Harlow Becket BOT 06-Dec-21 08:13 AM

It was an early morning for Harlow. The sun had begun to shine through her window, peaking through the cracks in her curtain. The light had bothered her enough to wake up, leaving her groaning sleepily in her bed. Normally, she would have tried to get a bit more sleep, considering it was her day off, but she couldn’t find the will to go back to sleep, so instead, she rolled out of bed. As quietly as she could, Harlow put on her housecoat and wandered out to the kitchen, being sure to avoid walking into the boxes she had left to unpack. It had been a month since she moved into the new apartment with her new roommate. Boxes were still strewn about, mostly filled with junk she didn’t have the heart to throw out, or textbooks from University, before she dropped out. She always told herself she would finish unpacking, but somehow always found a reason not too. Whether it was work, exhaustion, or simply spending time with her new roommate, the boxes remained unopened. “Later today.” She voiced her empty promises as she moved a box underneath her bed with her foot. She walked out of the bedroom, quietly padding her way down the hallway into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes as she stood in front of the coffee machine. A nice cup of coffee to wake her up… or maybe not. Harlow opened the cupboard to retrieve the coffee grounds, but was met with an empty shelf. “Nooooo.” She groaned, her head dropping forward in disappointment. Her eyes quickly glanced over to the clock on the microwave. 8 am. The coffee shop would be open, so she could grab herself a cup of coffee to hold herself off before her and her roommate went grocery shopping. Again, as quietly as she could manage, Harlow tiptoed down the hallway to her roommates bedroom, knocking on the door. “I’m going to the coffee shop down the street, wanna come with?”

Jenson Adams BOT 06-Dec-21 11:17 AM

Jenson stirred in his bed before finally sitting up, his hair a mess and yet somehow looking like he’d purposefully placed every strand of hair to give him the ‘I’m not even trying’ look. Such was how things often were with Jenson: unintentionally great. Which was probably the best thing he had going for him, because putting in effort, actually trying, weren’t things he was particularly good at. For his entire life, Jenson had a propensity to fall up, in a sense. It started in grade school, where a natural talent fit little league, mixed with the sort of innate niceness that would win over anybody under the age of thirteen made him the most popular kid in school. That popularity carried into middle school and high school, where athletic ability mixed with an easy going nature got him through school just fine, even if his grades left… well, *much^ to be desired. After high school, the man had no real job prospects, and was most certainly not getting into college, but he still just found himself working one job to the next, always being kept on not for his work ethic, but because people simply liked to be around him. His athletic ability may have wavered, not propelling him into the collegiate level, but being the creature of habit that he was, Jenson still went to the gym every morning and every night, giving him the sort of body that most others could only dream of when looking at the cover of Sports Illustrated. And so, that’s how Jenson found himself in his most recent career, and his favorite one at that. It was easy for him, paid well, and usually never started until three in the afternoon. What wasn’t to love? Jenson wasn’t usually one to wake up early, but there was something about Harlow that he liked. The girl was easy going, no drama, and so Jenson decided to make a special exception for her. He stretched and yawned before rolling out of his bed, clad only in a pair of black briefs. Stumbling and fumbling, he managed to get on a pair of heath

er grey joggers and pulled on a muscle shirt before giving Harlow a sleepy smile. “Coffee sounds-“ he spoke as was yawning, “…great. I could use some. Can I buy?”

Harlow Becket BOT 06-Dec-21 11:29 AM

Harlow watched as he quickly got dressed, rubbing her tired eyes as she leaned against the doorframe. Normally, if it were anyone else, she would have felt nervous seeing them topless, but with Jensen, it was an almost everyday thing. It wasn’t a day until Jensen walked around the apartment shirtless, that was just who he was. Harlow smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah, sure.” She said, stretching her back. “I’m going to go get dressed, can’t really go to a coffee shop in this.” Harlow chuckled, gesturing to her housecoat that covered her tank top and shorts. “Gimme 3 minutes.” Harlow turned on her heels and walked back to her bedroom, kicking the door shut gently before walking over to her dresser. “What to wear…” She spoke to herself, quickly glancing out the window to see the weather. No clouds, the branches on the trees were barely moving, the sun was shining brightly. Easy choice. She grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt, a little oversized but still comfortable. She wasn’t even sure where she got the shirt from. Did she accidentally steal it from Jensen while doing laundry? With a shrug of her shoulders, Harlow grabbed her bag and left the bedroom. “Jensen, I’m already to go.” She said, followed by a yawn. She slid her sneakers on, tying her blonde hair back into a hair tie.

Jenson Adams BOT 06-Dec-21 02:43 PM

Jenson moved to the living room and leaned against the doorframe, rubbing his sleepy eyes still. When he looked up, he saw Harlow in… “Hey, that’s my shirt! I was wondering where it was.” He wasn’t angry though. In fact, he just chuckled. “I have to say though, it looks better on you than it does me. Why don’t you keep it?” He opened the door for her, and after locking the apartment behind him, the two of them were off side by side to the coffee shop. It wasn’t a long walk, but ten streets were busy with people heading to work. To be honest, Jenson couldn’t really think of the last time he’d been up this early was. When they arrived, he went up to the counter, looking at the complicated menu. What was the difference between a latte and a cappuccino? Was mocha the sweet one? Hmm… “Hi! I’ll have uh, two of whatever she’s having!” Jenson said, pointing to Harlow. The barista at the register just blinked at him though, her face turning red, and she finally let out a giggle. “Um, will the name on the cup be J-Jenson, sir?” she asked, a mix of excitement and embarrassment on her face. “Yeah! How’d you know?” She just shook her head. “Lucky guess! What’ll it be ma’am?” she asked, quickly shifting her focus to Harlow.

Harlow Becket BOT 06-Dec-21 02:56 PM

The walk was… less than ideal. It was a beautiful day, but the streets were bustling with people. One of the downsides of living in the city, it always seemed to be busy. Harlow made sure to stick close to Jenson, not wanting to get lost in the crowd. Once at the coffee shop, when Harlow thought it was good to finally just relax while they waited in line, she noticed some people pointing and staring at her and Jenson. Do I have something on my face? Harlow mindlessly reach up to wipe her face, but nothing was there. After a few minutes of her pondering though, she realized it was their turn to order. Harlow stared at Jenson with a smile on her face as she watched the interaction go down. “Uh, just two iced mocha lattes, please and thank you. Jenson and Harlow.” She said with a smile, noticing the furious blush on the baristas cheeks. As they walked to where they waited for their drinks, Harlow looked up at Jenson. “So…. What was that all about? A friend of your ex, maybe?” Harlow asked, laughing. “That was probably the most awkward interaction I’ve ever seen.”