Opening Cafe Scene

This is something really rough. I wrote it down when I was bored in school. Did not really plan what was gonna happen, and I did not have time to complete it. But yea. It's the first time so far that Vince speaks.

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We were walking down that old path when Abel exclaimed, "Hey, ain't that Vince?"

We all paused in our tracks as we tried to get a clear view of the person Abel was pointing at. There, sitting at our usual spot in the cafe, was indeed, Vince.

"Hey, cool! Let's go beat the shit outta him!" Dillian, of course.

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Transitional scene where the group enters and joins Vince at the table. To be written soon.
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There was a lull in the conversation, and everyone got to work on their drinks. Vince absentmindedly stirred the golden-yellow liquid in his glass, looking thoughtful.

I glanced up at the counter and saw Grace, the waitress, staring over at Vince, eyes like that of a child peering through a candy shop's window. She noticed me and our eyes met. We exhanged smiles, both understanding what she was mooning at.

"You know what?", Vince looked up, a small grin splitting his angular face. "I think it's totally awesome that we actually meet up and have these get togethers."

I could almost feel Dillian rolling his eyes. Vince was too cloistered, too sheltered and too outdated in his book. I rolled my own eyes at that thought. Dillian was always the most 'plugged in', in popular culture. He was always the first one to have the latest fad. The first one to sport the latest fashions. He was the one who got picked up by both guys and girls where ever he went. I personally thought he was an elitist snob who only put up with me because I was his dance partner.

Men...

Vince smiled at me as he continued speaking, as if he'd heard my thoughts.

"I mean, look at the other kids our age. Tapping away on their mobile phones all day, even when they're meeting long lost friends for the first time in ages! I just don't get how some people can go through all the trouble of organizing, say, a luch with some friends, and then spend the entire session talking on the phone with people who wern't there. It's like, 'hey, let's get together in person, so I can ignore you while you do the same to me!' "

There were a few uncomfortable shuffles at our table. We were all guilty of what Vince said. He'd always like calling us 'sheep'; or rather, 'Ardent Advocates of the All-Annihilating Athrophy - Commercialism', to be exact.

"Well," drawled Dillian, trying, as usual, to snub Vince and his '4th century mindset'. "At least some of us do get out of the house. And it's not all exactly like you've described.

"I personally think that it's much better than being cooped up al home like you," Dillian continued, "Coming out of the shade only once in a while, and even then only because the girlfriend demanded that you did so. And even then, you adhere to an unspoken, unofficial curfew of 10pm. 10pm! Good gods man, you're twenty this year, for crying out loud! Isn't it time you started, oh I don't know, living, a little?

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And I ended the writing there. Vince's reply will be something along the lines of not having to follow the myopic dictates of society to be himself, to enjoy himself.

You could probably guess by now that he is a little against the Establishment. Oh well. Until the next post...