Cafe Mindshaker (REBOOT, CLOSED)

Michael took a swig and immediately regretted it. “Take ya nasty ass motor oil back, I want a latte. And make it caramel,” he said before sliding the coffee back at Asura

"You can make it yourself, if you're going to act like that," he said, gladly taking back his coffee and drinking it.

"I'm stoned-er than a rock, you wanna let me next to the hot caffeine sauce?" Michael drawled, giving him a look before shoving a scone in his mouth

"Did you make me hot cocoa?" Evanna asked, coming back into the main room.

"Coffee'ss such a borin' way to hydrate, darlin'," Matt said to Asura before pulling a flask out of his trenchcoat and unscrewing the lid. "Whiskey'ss way better ya'll" he announced before taking a swig.

Evanna grimaced as Matthias took a drink of his whiskey. "That shit's nasty, how can you stomach it?" She muttered, hopping over the counter and grabbing a cake pop…. or ten.

"Years o' practice lil' missy. Years and years o' practice." He answered, taking another full swig before screwing the lid back on and placing the flask back in his coat pocket.

"Don't call me missy." Evanna grumbled, finishing off four of her cake pops. She turned to go back to her room, but instead grabbed a few more cake pops.

Avery walks out of his room, "i smelled coffee" he explianed as he filled up a large cup full of black coffee. "So, what have you guys been talking about?" Avery asks while snagging a cake pop

"Did you make me hot cocoa?" Evanna asked, coming back into the main room.

"Yeah, here," Asura said, sliding the mug over to her before turning to Avery. "Nothing, really. Just that it seems like we all got here the same way."

"Yeah, magic"he said waving some of his fingers as if using magic

"Magic is good. I can do magic. I look very magic-y when I magic," Michael rambled, now lying on the counter while idly poking Asura

"Would you stop that?" Asura snapped, batting Michael's hand away. "And yeah, it definitely sounds like magic, but I can't tell what type of magic is being used." He frowned, thinking for a moment.

"Probably transformation magic for the rooms and dimensional magic for the actual cafe"

"Yeah, I kinda thought the same thing, but if it's dimensional magic then I should be able to manipulate the cafe however I'd like. More importantly, I should be able to leave. But I can't." He lazily conjured up a ball of golden flames and tossed it at the window. The fire immediately fizzled out. "My magic seems to have no effect here."

"Same, i can use it. but it does not effect anything within five paces of the walls. its strange" he murmurs drawing vapor from the air and pushing the water through his fingers

"Yeah…" he sighed and finished off his coffee. "But it looks like we have the rest of eternity to figure it out, so I'm going to go to my room and take a nap with my pet lions. I'm exhausted."

"Ooh, you have lions?" Michael asked curiously. "Wait, before you nap, can you make me that latte? I'm still vaugely stoned and can't touch the caffeine sauce."

"hmm, bye.." he trails off watching the light glint off his water "i suppose i should also rest" he mutters finishing his coffee

"Yes, I have lions, and no, I will not make you coffee unless you treat me with respect."

"What part of you do you want respect? Because I'm about crotch level with you right now and I will gladly give that part respect," Michael said with a wide grin

Asura immediately turned bright red, stepping away from Michael. "That's not what I fucking meant," he said, keeping his voice steady, although it was more high pitched than normal. "I meant, don't talk to me like I'm your damn slave. I'm not going to let you order me around. You want coffee? Get it yourself."

(I didn't mean to write Asura as an angry boi I'm sorry)

"What part of 'I can't touch the caffeine sauce because I'm stoned' do you not understand? I'm halfway to the sky and do you really want me to kill us all?" Michael said with a roll of his eyes

(lol the fucking coffee sauce omg. how high is Michael??)

"Take a nap then," he said, leaving his cup on the counter and making his way toward his room.

(he's like…semi high)

"But I can't," Michael whined. "I've got insomnia and if I wanna sleep I have to wait for my narcolepsy to kick in."

"Not my problem. Figure something out," he said over his shoulder as he opened the door to his room, smiling a bit as he was greeted with a hug by a very large male lion.

"Fuck ya too!" Michael called, flipping him off before flopping on top of the counter. "You know what, where's the cowboy, I want liquor."

"AYE MAY BE FROM TEXASS BUT AYEM NAWT A COW-FOLK" Matt yelled across the room, his words slurred slightly. "WHADDYA WHANT YA STON-ED SPOON."