Post by faye on Mar 31, 2011 15:24:52 GMT -6
Faye was working. And not the glamorous, swinging around the city on webs working, but the boring, apron-sporting work that involved smiling at grumpy caffeine addicts looking for a fix. The Starbucks Faye was employed at was near the NYU campus, and it was the afternoon shift, so right now she was dealing with all the cranky students who had just finished classes and needed to get hyped up so they could spend a night on the town. She couldn't exactly blame them for their little vice; she was known for indulging in her fair share of sugary, caffeinated beverages more than she probably should. But there was at least one other person in the shop today that was definitely into more vice than your average student.
He shuffled up to the counter with both hands shoved into the single pocket of his hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head and covering most of his face. Plastering on her best 'I'm so happy to see you and no I don't mind the smell' smile, she looked at the student. "Hey there, what can I get for you today?" She asked, trying to get a look at his face.
"G-gimme all your money," he murmured quietly, eyes still downcast, and Faye frowned as she struggled to hear over the radio.
"Sorry, what was that?" She leaned forward slightly, only to jerk backwards when the short, pasty kid suddenly thrust a big, black gun into her face, suddenly looking up with wild, bloodshot eyes. This guys was jonesing for something besides coffee, if she didn't miss her guess.
"You heard me, you stupid bitch! Gimme all your money! Now!" Apparently, someone had found his voice, as he thrust a plastic bag over the counter towards her. Faye knew she ought to at least try to be scared, but it's not like this was the first time someone had put a gun in her face. Still...even with her spider sense, she wouldn't be able to get out of the way if Shakey here decided to pull the trigger. She froze, then slowly started lifting her hand to reach for his bag, opening the cash register with the other.
"Let's just stay calm, shall we?" She suggested, trying not to set him off...but she had no intention of getting robbed, either. He seemed to relax when she seemed to be doing what he wanted, and so instead of grabbing the bag, she used her lightning-quick reflexes to grab him by the wrist holding the gun, slamming it down onto the counter with enough force that she heard the sickening crack of bone in her hand. Good. He shrieked with pain, letting go of the gun instantly when his brain registered the pain, and Faye grabbed it, putting it quickly out of his reach as she held him pinned to the counter with one hand. Once the gun was safely stowed, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked his head down next to his hand on the counter, with just enough force to render him unconscious. Then she released him, letting him slide down to the floor in a lump. "Someone wanna call the cops?" She asked of the shell-shocked coffee shop. The whole thing had been over too quickly for most people to see what had really happened...good. Hopefully she'd be able to blame it all on the adrenaline?
He shuffled up to the counter with both hands shoved into the single pocket of his hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head and covering most of his face. Plastering on her best 'I'm so happy to see you and no I don't mind the smell' smile, she looked at the student. "Hey there, what can I get for you today?" She asked, trying to get a look at his face.
"G-gimme all your money," he murmured quietly, eyes still downcast, and Faye frowned as she struggled to hear over the radio.
"Sorry, what was that?" She leaned forward slightly, only to jerk backwards when the short, pasty kid suddenly thrust a big, black gun into her face, suddenly looking up with wild, bloodshot eyes. This guys was jonesing for something besides coffee, if she didn't miss her guess.
"You heard me, you stupid bitch! Gimme all your money! Now!" Apparently, someone had found his voice, as he thrust a plastic bag over the counter towards her. Faye knew she ought to at least try to be scared, but it's not like this was the first time someone had put a gun in her face. Still...even with her spider sense, she wouldn't be able to get out of the way if Shakey here decided to pull the trigger. She froze, then slowly started lifting her hand to reach for his bag, opening the cash register with the other.
"Let's just stay calm, shall we?" She suggested, trying not to set him off...but she had no intention of getting robbed, either. He seemed to relax when she seemed to be doing what he wanted, and so instead of grabbing the bag, she used her lightning-quick reflexes to grab him by the wrist holding the gun, slamming it down onto the counter with enough force that she heard the sickening crack of bone in her hand. Good. He shrieked with pain, letting go of the gun instantly when his brain registered the pain, and Faye grabbed it, putting it quickly out of his reach as she held him pinned to the counter with one hand. Once the gun was safely stowed, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked his head down next to his hand on the counter, with just enough force to render him unconscious. Then she released him, letting him slide down to the floor in a lump. "Someone wanna call the cops?" She asked of the shell-shocked coffee shop. The whole thing had been over too quickly for most people to see what had really happened...good. Hopefully she'd be able to blame it all on the adrenaline?