Rating = PG13
Quick note: This particular snippet came to be in part because Jayden still hasn't gotten his introduction story, and in part due to a challenge at Our Stories - the coffee challenge. And as you can tell from the fiction index, he still hasn't been written into the main story. *sigh*
He sipped the dark liquid slowly, savouring each bitter taste. It was too hot by half, but the burning on his tongue only increased his enjoyment.
Staring out the moonlit window, he reflected on the stupidity of mortals. Who in their right mind would dilute this elixir with cream? Ruin the sharp, biting edge with sugar? Certainly not he. Coffee, he was certain, was meant to be black and strong enough to make you wince at the first swallow. And these flavours - deplorable! Mocha and irish cream and french vanilla... Crutches for those who could not truly appreciate this beverage's natural, unique taste.
He nearly moaned in disappointment as he realized his mug was empty. Truly, the first cup after waking was the most enjoyable. But for some reason, this serving had tasted better than most. Richer, more flavourful, nearly sinful in the drinking. Why was that?
A sudden scream of outrage from the kitchen reminded him.
"JAYDEN! YOU DRANK THE LAST FUCKING CUP OF COFFEE AGAIN, YOU MISERABLE BLOODSUCKING ASSHOLE!"
The 'bloodsucking asshole' in question smiled - it was far, far too easy to pick on his author. Maybe now she'd settle down and write some more, if for no other reason then to get him to leave her coffee supply alone.
