The Leperachaun(Duke and James)

[Jazz Costelloe]

It had been a boring day for Jazz. Over the past week, he'd used every night to watch every movie in the Nightmare on Elm Street series created by one of Jazz's idols in the world of directing: the visionary Wes Craven, who also created Scream. Horror wasn't something Jazz was usually into, but when the movies were this good, he couldn't stay away. He'd slept just fine too, until he watched Silence of the Lambs...

Either way, as good as the movies were, it wasn't exactly going out for a night and didn't even measure up to just going out for a drink with his friends. The only thought that ran through his head was: "Get firends." He hadn't been to one party, not even one, since he arrived in Fairview little over half a month before, this was the point at which he decided his life in Fairview...was non-existent.

Jazz took his jacket and headed down to the Java Hut, just for coffee this time, then he would set out on his search for friends. Walking into the bustling Java Hut, Jazz contemplated how exactly to go about earning friends in a community of people he'd hardly ever even passed in the street. He pulled at his plaid red shirt and leaned his elbows on the countertop and waited for a young man to arrive. Yes! I would like one of...those! He said pointing to a man holding a foam cup full of coffe to his lips. "Coffee?" asked the clerk.

No. A foam cup. Yes coffee! Jazz turned around and looked at all the young faces that stared back up at him. Screw it. Hello! He shouted out loud to grab everyone's attention. I'm new here, I'm just moved here from Ireland. Now that ye know me life story, who wants to be mates with someone who knows no one?

Brash and Jazz-ish.

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Walking was the worst thing ever invented. To Duke, that is. Already on his short trip to grab a smoothie from the Java Hut, had he fallen on his face five times. And trust me, he was not having fun. And so, the second he got into the coffee brewery, the boy couldn't help but sit down. There were only a few people in the shop so he expected some--

"HELLO!

[/i]"--quiet. Okay, so obviously, he wouldn't get even the least bit of quiet. Especially from this guy who had begun rambling about how he was from Ireland and how he wanted mates. Duke chuckled and shook his head. What was it? 8:30 in the morning? "Dude, Jazz person, can you not ask people to mate with you?" he muttered, eyeing the stranger from across the room. [/size]

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Status ![/color] Done
Tag ! Jazz!
Location ! The Java Hut!
Apparel! OUTFIT
Lyrics ! Breathe Carolina's Diamonds
Banner Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
Template Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
Word Count !One Three Fice [Writer's Block]
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[James DeWolfe]

Ahh, coffee. A much needed caffiene, energy boost to wake him up for the rest of the day. The best place to get coffee that wasn't Starbucks? Why, the Java hut of course. Plus, it would be the best place to relax and unwind, and quite possibly get rid of his damned hangover from last night. Downing several pints of beer in under five minutes and working his way through seven shots of strong zambuka really did takes it's toll on the rhythm guitarist. He'd even woken up earlier than usual to find his bed empty and a beer can in his hand. James had then showered, dressed and started the short trek to the Java Hut, in desperate need for a caffiene fix.

Several minutes later and he was just setting into the Java hut. His foot hit the welcome mat and a deafening voice filled his ears, making them ring and buzz with a strange static noise and an echo of the male voice. "What the... fuck?" he asked to no-one in particular as the door closed behind him and he moved over to the counter for the caffiene. His brown eyes saw the male at the counter and recognised him, immediately, as the person whom had just shouted his mouth off to the whole hut. "Jeeze." he mumbled, shaking his head as he moved closer to the male and reached into his pockets to retrieve his wallet to pay for his upcoming order.

"Seriously, mate. If you want to make friends; shouting your mouth off and asking people to mate with you is not the best way to befriend a person." James placed a five dollar bill on the table and nodded to the guy behind it. "Iced caramel frappuchino and whatever this Irish dude is having." James turned and spotted Duke. "And, whatever Duckie's having, too, mate." he added, slapping Duke on the shoulder in a friendly way before putting his attention back to the other male. "Anyway, I'm James and I have glitter on me, so keep your distance unless you want to be bedazzled, dude. And this fine gentleman here," He pointed to Duke. "Is my duckie."