Snippet #861419

Alex shook his head no to Simon's question."If attempted counted Randal would have won but seeing as how zombies can't hang themselves..."He let the sentence trail off,confident that Simon had gotten the point.They always had a few minutes to throw around witty quips after opening and before the first wave of coffee goers decided to roost in the chairs and couches that were around the store."Rodney's been petrified."Alex threw out,trying to rekindle the conversation before they entered that zone of silence that denoted awkwardness and the only thing you could say was,sooooooooooooooooooooo.Thankfully they were taken from the zone by the magic of timing;a pair of dryads came into the store with a centaur behind them.

The dryads were giggling in between that rustling language of theirs and the centaur stood their with that aloof air of superiority so common in them,seems no one had the heart to tell him how goofy he looked in a racecar red cardigan and a scraggly patch of hair on his chin.He took their orders and started up the beast of a coffee machine in the back,after emitting a noise that sounded like an elephant being strangled with dial up it turned on and Alex started making the drinks.Seemed like today would be just as boring as yesterday,at least he could laugh at the centaur's fashion sense.He was smartly clad in a gray 'bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity' t-shirt and a pair of jeans,two things that were always appropriate no matter where you were.