Colin's posts

Someone started arguing with the one that had hit her in the lower back, and another argument had started. Then, just as Erica was starting to get most feeling back, and started to crawl away, she saw it.

Everything had melded together, again.

It was an all-out brawl. Again.

Though there were more than a few people hiding and crying.

Basically, things were breaking down VERY quickly in the place.

She got her peace and quiet, and her nice ambience... for about 5 minutes. She had finished her treat, and was working on her coffee, when she looked across the café, and saw that a meeting was happening.

Looked like a business meeting of sorts, between two men in suits. It looked like they were having a very serious discussion, and neither looked particularly impressed over it.

She looked away, and sighed to herself, wondering if she should just leave... before she heard a yelp, and a crash.

When she looked back, she saw that one of them had shoved the other back with such force, that they had fallen over in their chair. And the one that had initiated it had now leaped over, and was pummeling their chest as they pinned them down.

Which was when other people got involved, pulling the first man off... which then resulted in him flailing his fists around, slamming them into whomever was unlucky enough to be close to him.

Zeke was silent for a moment, and then just sighed.

"I... I don't even know." he admitted, before getting an idea.

"Well, we can either go back to my place, or yours, and I'll grab the sketchbook." he suggested.

"Order in some food, and you can look through the designs I've done up." he went on.

"That work?"

Zeke just shook his head lightly.

"I wish I knew." he said.

"Because you're right. That sort of brawl is better suited for a stupid BAR, not a damn CAFE." he reasoned. "And it just started out of nowhere." he went on, looking back at the place.

"...." he was silent and took out his cell phone, calling the police, and learning that they already knew.

Which was when they heard the sirens in the distance.

"We should probably scram."

Zeke sharply glared at her for a moment... but seeing the worried look in her eyes seemed to snap him out of the anger he was feeling.

"...all right." he said.

"All right, Erica, let's get out of here." he agreed, as he stopped someone else from charging towards them. Once he'd done so, he looked around and quickly led her out of the café, and into the streets.

"...sorry." he apologised.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

By the time she'd suggested that, it was too late. Someone was charging straight for Zeke, who... using the force of their own momentum... sent them flying into a few others, causing them all to land in a heap.

He then growled and looked around.

"Anyone else!?" he yelled.

"Come on! Try it! JUST TRY IT!" he taunted.

"I absolutely DARE you!" he added, as more and more actual fights started to take place... and she could see it; they were starting to merge. This was turning into a legit bar brawl, but in the café.

He just smiled again and nodded, but before he could say anything, they heard something... from behind them. A few booths down. It sounded like there was an argument brewing... and it was escalating. Fast.

They heard it was between a woman and a man, and their talking became a little louder... and even louder still. It was made apparent that it was in regards to her breaking up with him, and then accusations of cheating and gold-digging started to fly. But before the two of them could really say anything, they heard a yell, a crash, and then a high-pitched shriek.

"Get down." he told the woman in a low and almost commanding tone.

"This is getting bad. Quickly." he said further.

She then saw the look in his eyes. He looked ready to attack someone, but whether or not it was to protect her, or because he was aiming to be proactive... she couldn't say right now.

And that was when she noticed a shoving match was happening on the opposite end of the café.

He paused when she asked that, and nodded.

"Yeah, sure." he said.

"I mean, I don't have the sketchpad on me right now, just the small notebook for future inspirations, but we can head back to my place and you can thumb through the sketchpad if you want." he told her.

The two of them then made their way to the counter, where they placed their orders and went to a booth to sit down. Once they were seated, he smiled at her.

"SO glad you avoided the current bullshit that's happening." he said again.

"And, seems like you've just been getting better and better every time I see you." he added with a sincere smile.

He paused for a moment, thinking about it.

"...yes. Yes I do." he said.

"That actually has its own section." he told her. "Like, there's my section of clothing, and the rest of the store is Anya's, but my clothing that has her web integrated into it has a special few racks in HER store." he went on.

"So just be wary of that." he said further.

"Also, they seem fine with my working with a demon." he then answered her. "I guess they're aware that not all demons are bad." he continued.

"...though Dad has stressed that he doesn't trust Anya's... libido..." he admitted quietly.

"Ah!" he exclaimed lightly.

"Quite well." he told her. "I have a decent selection there... and she is a VERY fair curator." he said. "Seriously, I'm fairly certain she's getting only a fraction of a fraction of what she should be getting from it, my cut is so large." he went on.

"It's... well, it's amazing." he admitted.

"And my designs have been selling like mad, too." he continued.

"Never saw myself partnering with a demon on such things, but... life always finds a way to surprise." he added with a small chuckle.

"I'm working on a new lineup right now. Or, well, I have the designs sketched out." he then said.

He nodded in response.

"Yeah, fair." he said. "Mom hasn't heard from Dad in a while, I admit, so... yeah, some stuff must be going on." he reasoned. "Dunno WHAT, though." he then mumbled.

"Still, good that you and him still seem to be doing well." he said. "I'm glad to hear it." he said further.

"Also, yes, I am SUPER glad that Angela and Liv were fine, and allowed to leave." he agreed. "As well as Mira and Peyton being away from the Unit while this is going down." he went on.

"It's a small relief, in perspective, but I'll take what I can get." he reasoned.

"Also glad that YOU were away while this started." he added.

The sun shone down on the pair, as the made their way down the street. The male sighed quietly as he looked up at the sky, and saw the white clouds drifting aimlessly though the wind. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like it was a gorgeous, perfect day... but it seemed like the weight of the world was upon his shoulders... and the woman could see that.

"Hey." she said. "You all right?" she asked, brushing some of her red and white hair away from her mild blue eyes.

The man looked back at her, his own blonde hair falling in front of his own eyes, and he shook it away slightly. He was silent, and was about to say something, when she spoke further.

"The Unit?" she inquired.

He merely sighed in response.

"Yeah." he replied. "I mean, I was able to leave, as were Angela and Liv, and many others, but... that situation is still happening. And there are still those out there that are still in danger." he reasoned. "It's frustrating, to understate it." he commented, before shaking his head slightly and lightly slapping his cheeks with his palms.

"Sorry." he apologised. "This outing was supposed to help me get my mind off that." he said. "And I don't want to bring YOU down as well." he reasoned, before looking forward, and then up towards the sky once more.

"Oh yeah." he said.

"How are things going with you and my 'Uncle'?" he asked her.

"I haven't heard much from my Dad or anyone, and I know that no news is good news and all, but I just figured I'd ask." he reasoned, trying to bring the topic of conversation to a lighter note.

The man nodded enthusiastically.

"Thank you once again!" he told her.

With that, he excused himself, and started to briskly jog off.

"Have a nice day, Miss!" he called back to her.

"And again, thanks so much for your assistance!" he added once more. If it wasn't clear before, it was clear now; he was grateful.

The man smiled when she revealed the name, nodded, and reached for her hand, taking it in both of his, and shaking it lightly.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed.

"Now that I know the name, I-" he started to say further, before pausing.

"...well... I know the name. I just need to FIND it, still." he admitted.

"But! I have far more info to work with now."