sixthiterationlogs | you've been... thunderstruck

WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: House #3, Inn, Out and About
WHEN: July 11th to end of month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Sweet delicious coffee, injuries due to getting hit by lightning, will update!!

House #3/Inn | Anytime until 25th

"OH MY GOD WHO.. HOW.. WHEN.."

Claire's voice echoes through and out the windows of House #3 and an excited squeal follows it before she rushes through from her bedroom calling for Karen to see if she's around. She has to show someone before she changes from yoga pants into jeans and heads over to the inn to make herself a cup. Hell, she'll make whoever is there a cup if they want it. It's about time that french press made some real coffee.

Struck by Lightning - 26th - Closed to Clint

Really, Claire should have been a lot more cautious and aware since hearing about two people she knew who were struck by lightning. But she was in a rush to get back to the inn to finish helping with some dishes and before she knew it, a pain shot through her foot and travelled up the entire right side of her body.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe and moments after that she was falling into a heap on the ground and staring into the sky until an abrupt pop sounded inside her head.

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Vasquez lets out an appreciate huff both for the 'papi', but also the adorable way she coaxes him, shaking his he as he takes the cigarette out from his lips and puts it out on his palm, tucking it behind his ear so he can save it for later.

"No sabes qué tipo de café he tenido," he says, wagging a disapproving finger at her, even if he goes with the coaxing with no trouble at all. "Café que podría quitar la pintura de las paredes."

Claire, having turned to go find the french press in the kitchen, stops and turns around again. Her dark eyes soften with mischief as she listens but she shakes her head slowly with a delicious grin.

"No has tomado mi café," she says, stepping back with one foot and then the other slowly. "Será el mejor que tuviste."

Vasquez laughs as he wanders after her, seeing as he thinks he can put aside his morning smoke if it means he's going to get coffee out of this. Also, if Claire gets so flirtatious and fun over coffee, then who is he to deny this from happening.

"Is it really that good?" he asks, switching to English as he takes a seat at the table, stretching his long legs out to sprawl and take up probably three chairs' worth of space. "I think maybe you're lying to me, si."

Claire gestures over her shoulder towards the kitchen and shrugs playfully. "Stick around and you'll find out as soon as it's ready."

She turns and saunters into the kitchen and before long, the delicious aroma of coffee fills the entire room.

He's not going anywhere, though he does think he should try and tame his hair a little. Slicking a little saliva on his palm, he tries to make his sticking-up hair behave as he yawns deeply and wanders to the counter to sit on it, slouched over. "And how long is this coffee of yours going to last?" he wonders.

If everyone smells it the same as him, then he imagines that it won't be very long at all before it's all gone.

She grins as she makes her way over to the counter to set things up. They only have the french press but it does the job even if it is a little more involved than using a regular percolator.

"I got a lot of it so I'd say awhile," she replies, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Anyway, I just got it this morning so once this is gone, that's it."

Unless you want to come over to her house to get some.

"You just had to feel very nice and come give it to us?" Vasquez smirks a little, because there's a comment or two he's not making about Claire's need to come make other people happy, but it suits him right now. "That means you're not going to come see me every morning and make me coffee?"

Hand over his heart like that hurts enough to have caused a pain, Vasquez shakes his head. "You wound me, Claire, you do."

Good thing Claire knows when there's a play going on and though he's even more handsome while doing it, she can't resist shaking her head to play her part - clearly not buying it.

"That just means you have to get off that fine ass of yours and visit me at my place."

Suggestive? Maybe a little.

Vasquez is happy to play stupid for this, shifting off the counter so that he can give his own ass a smack in the sweatpants he's been wearing, staring at it for a long moment as he considers it with narrowed eyes. "It is very nice," he agrees, before turning a sleepy, but heated look on her.

"Let me try some of that coffee, then we'll decide," he barters, as if he hasn't already made up his mind about visiting her.

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