[FIC] Lost connections
Jul. 17th, 2011 05:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pergamondRating: G
Characters: Starbucks AU: Shishido, Ohtori, Hiyoshi, Yukimura and Sanada
Summary: Shishido's phone is broken
Disclaimer: This is fanfic, all rights remain with Konomi. All rights to Starbucks AUs remain with Amber :)
Notes: Born from my frustration of lack of wifi hotspots in Japan (including in Starbucks) :|
Shishido is --in his opinion-- having a spectacularly bad day. Not only are the devil’s own hounds playing rock n’ roll inside his temples but the useless piece of silicon junk in his hands isn’t able to get so much as a single bar of signal.
His fingers jab at the small rectangular screen. “Just connect, damn it!” he mutters.
Ohtori shoots him a slightly reproachful look. “It can’t link to the internet if there’s no wireless signal, Shishido-senpai. I’m sorry but it’s an iPod, not an iPhone.”
“Where’s your phone?” Hiyoshi asks, looking up as he shakes out the murky contents of the expresso machine into the trash.
Shishido’s shoulders flex in an irritable half-shrug. “Che. Dead.”
Ohtori struggles to contain a smile, his face a painful contrast of sympathy and amusement. “He swept it off the table last night at a bar. Right as the waitress was passing by carrying a pitcher of beer.”
Hiyoshi wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Lovely. Why did you do that?”
Ohtori waits a breath for Shishido to answer but the other seems to be engrossed in a violent looking touch-screen aerobic workout for his fingers. Ohtori anxiously hopes his music player will survive the encounter or it will be a particularly long ride home. “There was a girl,” he now explaines to Hiyoshi. “She.. um ...”
Hiyoshi shakes his head, turning away to reassemble the expresso machine. “I bet that was really successful.”
“Shows what you know,” Shishido is still staring at the iPod but the look of infuriated impatience has briefly been replaced with a smug smile. “She asked for my number.”
“Well that was safe,” Hiyoshi lifts a pile of dirty mugs from the counter top and takes them over to the dishwasher, ignoring the indignant look Ohtori sends him.
“She didn’t know my phone was broken at the time, baka!” Shishido shoots back, giving the device in his hands a shake for good measure. “She’s probably emailed me or left a message except I just can’t....!”
Yukimura appears from the back office and glances up at the clock. “Are we ready for the lunch rush?” he asks, noting that only one member of his current staff is actually doing any work.
Ohtori hurriedly grabs a cloth and steps out from behind the counter to wipe down the tables.
Shishido looks up, “Hey kachou! How about we get some wireless in here?”
“Wireless?” Yukimura frowns before turning away and moving back to his office. “Why? Everyone has phones.”
Shishido stuffs Ohtori’s iPod into his pocket and dashes after him. “But proper wifi would be great! People could use it to work or if their phone just ... stopped working...”
Ohtori came back to wring out his cloth over the sink. “Is that going to work?” he asks Hiyoshi.
The brunette shakes his head, not looking up. “No. You know kachou only has a phone at all because Sakaki ordered him to buy one and he leaves that in his office four nights out of five. He won’t go for wifi.”
“Oh,” Ohtori considers this, hanging the cloth over the taps to dry and taking his place behind the till. “What about the fifth night? Why does kachou sometimes remember his phone then?”
“He's expecting a call.” Hiyoshi pauses as the coffee shop's door opens and a tall figure walks in, rain running from his straight dark hair. He looks up and his eyes drift towards the door that leads to the back office. Hiyoshi glances once at Ohtori whose mouth is hanging slightly open and moves to prepare this customer’s usual order.
Characters: Starbucks AU: Shishido, Ohtori, Hiyoshi, Yukimura and Sanada
Summary: Shishido's phone is broken
Disclaimer: This is fanfic, all rights remain with Konomi. All rights to Starbucks AUs remain with Amber :)
Notes: Born from my frustration of lack of wifi hotspots in Japan (including in Starbucks) :|
Shishido is --in his opinion-- having a spectacularly bad day. Not only are the devil’s own hounds playing rock n’ roll inside his temples but the useless piece of silicon junk in his hands isn’t able to get so much as a single bar of signal.
His fingers jab at the small rectangular screen. “Just connect, damn it!” he mutters.
Ohtori shoots him a slightly reproachful look. “It can’t link to the internet if there’s no wireless signal, Shishido-senpai. I’m sorry but it’s an iPod, not an iPhone.”
“Where’s your phone?” Hiyoshi asks, looking up as he shakes out the murky contents of the expresso machine into the trash.
Shishido’s shoulders flex in an irritable half-shrug. “Che. Dead.”
Ohtori struggles to contain a smile, his face a painful contrast of sympathy and amusement. “He swept it off the table last night at a bar. Right as the waitress was passing by carrying a pitcher of beer.”
Hiyoshi wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Lovely. Why did you do that?”
Ohtori waits a breath for Shishido to answer but the other seems to be engrossed in a violent looking touch-screen aerobic workout for his fingers. Ohtori anxiously hopes his music player will survive the encounter or it will be a particularly long ride home. “There was a girl,” he now explaines to Hiyoshi. “She.. um ...”
Hiyoshi shakes his head, turning away to reassemble the expresso machine. “I bet that was really successful.”
“Shows what you know,” Shishido is still staring at the iPod but the look of infuriated impatience has briefly been replaced with a smug smile. “She asked for my number.”
“Well that was safe,” Hiyoshi lifts a pile of dirty mugs from the counter top and takes them over to the dishwasher, ignoring the indignant look Ohtori sends him.
“She didn’t know my phone was broken at the time, baka!” Shishido shoots back, giving the device in his hands a shake for good measure. “She’s probably emailed me or left a message except I just can’t....!”
Yukimura appears from the back office and glances up at the clock. “Are we ready for the lunch rush?” he asks, noting that only one member of his current staff is actually doing any work.
Ohtori hurriedly grabs a cloth and steps out from behind the counter to wipe down the tables.
Shishido looks up, “Hey kachou! How about we get some wireless in here?”
“Wireless?” Yukimura frowns before turning away and moving back to his office. “Why? Everyone has phones.”
Shishido stuffs Ohtori’s iPod into his pocket and dashes after him. “But proper wifi would be great! People could use it to work or if their phone just ... stopped working...”
Ohtori came back to wring out his cloth over the sink. “Is that going to work?” he asks Hiyoshi.
The brunette shakes his head, not looking up. “No. You know kachou only has a phone at all because Sakaki ordered him to buy one and he leaves that in his office four nights out of five. He won’t go for wifi.”
“Oh,” Ohtori considers this, hanging the cloth over the taps to dry and taking his place behind the till. “What about the fifth night? Why does kachou sometimes remember his phone then?”
“He's expecting a call.” Hiyoshi pauses as the coffee shop's door opens and a tall figure walks in, rain running from his straight dark hair. He looks up and his eyes drift towards the door that leads to the back office. Hiyoshi glances once at Ohtori whose mouth is hanging slightly open and moves to prepare this customer’s usual order.