[..........The things rockers do to impress babes.
Without a word, Elphelt gets up to head to the counter and orders the most bitter, blackest coffee--loud enough so a certain someone can hear. Large cup of bitter blackness in hand, she returns to her seat.
Still saying nothing, Elphelt chugs. It is awful and bitter, but she powers through! Her intense gaze stays locked on Weiss's eyes the entire process. Once the coffee is gone, she lets out a deep, gravelly death growl.]
YEEEAH! BITTER BLACKNESS DEEPER THAN DEATH ITSELF!
[She smashes the cup against her forehead, turning it into a little paper disc, which she drops in front of Weiss. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she throws up the horns with both hands.]
no subject
Without a word, Elphelt gets up to head to the counter and orders the most bitter, blackest coffee--loud enough so a certain someone can hear. Large cup of bitter blackness in hand, she returns to her seat.
Still saying nothing, Elphelt chugs. It is awful and bitter, but she powers through! Her intense gaze stays locked on Weiss's eyes the entire process. Once the coffee is gone, she lets out a deep, gravelly death growl.]
YEEEAH! BITTER BLACKNESS DEEPER THAN DEATH ITSELF!
[She smashes the cup against her forehead, turning it into a little paper disc, which she drops in front of Weiss. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she throws up the horns with both hands.]
That do anything for you, Miss Weiss?