Venti Triple-Shot Therapy(open)

[Bebe Tenko]

Bebe slammed her head down onto the table, drinking deeply from her Starbucks venti triple-shot. Usually she hated coffee. But she needed something, ANYTHING, to pry the memories of Troy's ill-fated party from her head. She was risking brain melting, but she was so shaken that melting brains would have been a welcome respite.

She needed to stop and think. If she didn't, she'd kill Marco the next time she saw him. And the last thing Bebe needed was to get Emma even more mad at her. More than Zeke, she didn't want to lose Emma. Emma had gotten her to be more friendly, and introduced her to loads of people. Without her, life would be a mess. A very big mess.

Bebe took another sip of the coffee and perused a magazine she'd pulled off the counter. 'Saving the Environment'. Bebe rolled her eyes. Ecologists. Printing their message on paper that was undermining their cause.

[Zeke Baylor]

Zeke closed his eyes as he got drove home. He was extremly teird. He was always up thinking about Bebe and Emma. Why did this all happen??Why did she kick me while I was down?? Who told Emma all that? This really sucks. Things like that.

He then saw a green and white sign with a queen on it. The white letters spelled out S-T-A-R-B-U-C-K-S. He smirked and turned quickly in to the parking lot. That is what he needed. Starbucks!! He parked and walked in.

He straightly walked up to the conter and smiled. "Caramel Macchiato please." he said. He paid the boy at the conter waited. He didn't feel like sitting down. Plus there was only one upset girl there so, it wouldn't take that long. Then before he knew he got his coffe. He went to a table and then saw the upset girl was Bebe.

"Great... you are here." he said to her. He then walked up to the magazine rack and pulled down Sports Illustarated and started to read. He wasn't in the mood to be kicked while he was down again.

[Bebe Tenko]

Bebe looked up, and, not feeling particularly civil, simply muttered, "Oh shut up." She took a sip of her coffee, looking at the completely downtrodden Zeke. She felt a pang of sadness tear her heart even deeper, recalling all the drama of the party. And what she'd done in the heat of the moment.

Tamaran all over again, Bebe thought in a daze.

"...Sorry about kicking you," Bebe said earnestly. "I was... remember when I said I hurt my sister? I was kind of in 'homicidally angry' mode. I... I just can't believe that Marco bastard. Seriously, part of me just wants to... to..." Bebe cut off, calming herself. "...It kind of came out on you for kissing me. Thank God Chad didn't see..."

Bebe bit her lip, frowning at Zeke. "...How are you doing? Besides the gash I'm sure is killing your side from my Manolo Blahniks."