Raven Café by Popper (LoudPop)
There is this café in the city that I would frequent on warm sunny days. I enjoy having a coffee and pastry while sitting outside at the front. A beautiful lady works there as a waitress. She has long jet-black hair, dark complexion, fit body, and beautiful breasts. I have daydreamed about her many times and is why I enjoy visiting the café. She is quite, but always has a pleasant attitude. Her eyes have a mysterious glimmer that intrigues me.
The only thing I don’t know like about the café is this group of local rowdies that often visit. Sometimes they are loud and obnoxious and give the waitress a hard time with snide comments and crude pick up lines. She quietly takes it, but you can tell it annoys her.
One afternoon I was sitting at my table enjoying my coffee and thumbing through a magazine at the table. I was a bit disappointed that she was not working today. The rowdies were at a table across the way from me and they were fairly quite, which was good. I looked up and saw this gorgeous lady walking toward the café. She was dressed in black leather pants and biker jacket and walked with a purpose. The rowdies had their backs to her and were too busy talking with each other to notice. She quickly reached into her purse and then dropped something into a garbage can just behind the rowdies. She never missed a stride and walked right past them, when BOOM! A flash of fire shot out of the garbage can and everyone at the café jumped out of their seats. She looked me directly in the eyes and grinned wickedly. She didn’t even flinch when the firecracker went off; she kept on walking as nothing had happened. I think I was the only one who noticed her as everyone else was wondering what had just happened. I gulped down the last sip of coffee threw a $5 down on the table and caught up to her half way down the block.
I asked her what that was about. She said she just wanted to scare the shit out of those assholes at the café. Well that firecracker was loud enough to scare the crap out of everyone in a half block radius. By the way what is your name? My friends call me Raven, because of my hair color. Glad to formally meet you my name is Scott.
Scott: Where did you get that firecracker, that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard?
Raven: A friend of mine gave me several boxes of them; they’re military firecrackers (M-80). Did it scare you?
Scott: Yes, but it was a good adrenaline rush. There was something sexy about the way you grinned at me when it went off.
Raven: Well, I enjoy making noise and love popping firecrackers.
Just then she grabbed me and pulled me into an alley, quickly lit the fuses on two more M-80’s and dropped them. I wanted to run after seeing the fuses lit, but she grabbed my arm and walked nonchalantly down the alley. BOOM! BOOM! The firecrackers went off and I jumped, she looked at me and smiled.
Raven: I love it when they go off back to back. You look a bit jumpy are you okay?
Scott: Well, I’m not as comfortable with firecrackers as you are. I had a phobia of loud noises (fireworks and balloons popping) when I was a kid. I’m mostly over it but I can’t help flinching when there’s a sudden loud bang.
Raven: Do you want to spend the afternoon with me? I think you’ll get over your fear of loud noises this afternoon. …grin…
There is this café in the city that I would frequent on warm sunny days. I enjoy having a coffee and pastry while sitting outside at the front. A beautiful lady works there as a waitress. She has long jet-black hair, dark complexion, fit body, and beautiful breasts. I have daydreamed about her many times and is why I enjoy visiting the café. She is quite, but always has a pleasant attitude. Her eyes have a mysterious glimmer that intrigues me.
The only thing I don’t know like about the café is this group of local rowdies that often visit. Sometimes they are loud and obnoxious and give the waitress a hard time with snide comments and crude pick up lines. She quietly takes it, but you can tell it annoys her.
One afternoon I was sitting at my table enjoying my coffee and thumbing through a magazine at the table. I was a bit disappointed that she was not working today. The rowdies were at a table across the way from me and they were fairly quite, which was good. I looked up and saw this gorgeous lady walking toward the café. She was dressed in black leather pants and biker jacket and walked with a purpose. The rowdies had their backs to her and were too busy talking with each other to notice. She quickly reached into her purse and then dropped something into a garbage can just behind the rowdies. She never missed a stride and walked right past them, when BOOM! A flash of fire shot out of the garbage can and everyone at the café jumped out of their seats. She looked me directly in the eyes and grinned wickedly. She didn’t even flinch when the firecracker went off; she kept on walking as nothing had happened. I think I was the only one who noticed her as everyone else was wondering what had just happened. I gulped down the last sip of coffee threw a $5 down on the table and caught up to her half way down the block.
I asked her what that was about. She said she just wanted to scare the shit out of those assholes at the café. Well that firecracker was loud enough to scare the crap out of everyone in a half block radius. By the way what is your name? My friends call me Raven, because of my hair color. Glad to formally meet you my name is Scott.
Scott: Where did you get that firecracker, that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard?
Raven: A friend of mine gave me several boxes of them; they’re military firecrackers (M-80). Did it scare you?
Scott: Yes, but it was a good adrenaline rush. There was something sexy about the way you grinned at me when it went off.
Raven: Well, I enjoy making noise and love popping firecrackers.
Just then she grabbed me and pulled me into an alley, quickly lit the fuses on two more M-80’s and dropped them. I wanted to run after seeing the fuses lit, but she grabbed my arm and walked nonchalantly down the alley. BOOM! BOOM! The firecrackers went off and I jumped, she looked at me and smiled.
Raven: I love it when they go off back to back. You look a bit jumpy are you okay?
Scott: Well, I’m not as comfortable with firecrackers as you are. I had a phobia of loud noises (fireworks and balloons popping) when I was a kid. I’m mostly over it but I can’t help flinching when there’s a sudden loud bang.
Raven: Do you want to spend the afternoon with me? I think you’ll get over your fear of loud noises this afternoon. …grin…
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