OC Café

A medium sized stallion walked up to the café. He wore a simple white T-shirt  with a computer cutie mark and a brown mane.  He was an earthpony, but didn’t seem as physically fit as other earthponies. He was always slouched, and was never able to stay still, always needing to move at least one hoof around, but he had a look of responsibility in his eyes.

“The OC Café... this must be the place.” He said in a excited tone as he walked in the door. He walked up slowly to the only pony in the Café.

Doug looked up from the counter, seeing his new customer who came in. “Welcome to the OC Café, how may I help you?” Doug said in a gleeful tone.

“I am Typervader, I guess you are Doug? This is a nice place you have.” Typervader’s voice was

gravely and hard to understand.

“Of course! I take great care of the shop.” Doug replied with a chuckle, pointing over to the picture. “Anyway, are you here about the new job?”

“Why yes, actually. I am here for a part time job. This place seems like a good place to start, to meet OCs and help out a dream. Name’s Chris, but everyone here calls me Typervader.” He explained while looking around the shop.

“Well then, Typervader, I need to head to the back of the café, I should be back in a little bit.” Doug pointed out as he walked to the doors leading to the back. Typervader went behind the counter, looking around at everything.

The door jingled, and in walked in a stallion wearing a fez. He had a dull red and brown striped two-tone mane and tail, same dull red coat, and with a spilled coffee cup & liquor bottle cutie mark. He went in a took a seat at one of the tables. Typervader went over to him, ready for his first order.

“Hi there, welcome to the OC café! I am Typervader, and I will be your host for the day. What can I get you, Mr...?” Typervader stopped, then waved his hoof in the air three times, hoping to get a name.

“Call me Barrista Machiatto, and I brought my own drink.” When Typervader walked away, he got out some Jim Beam Pony to put in his drink.

“Well, alright then, but I don’t think I can serve you unless you order something.” Typervader said, looking towards Barrista.

“Do you serve alcoholic drinks?” He asked him.

“I have no idea. You should ask Doug.” Typervader answered as he walked away.

The door jingled, and a familiar face came into the café

“Hey Doug!” A mare said as she walked in.

“Oh, Doug isn’t here today. I am taking over for the day.” Typervader told her.

“Well then; name’s Rose. Seems Doug needs some staff to help out now. What's your name?”

“Typervader. What can I get for you Rose?” He asked her.

“Hot Chocolate would be great!” Rose said. As Typervader walked away, he noticed the shield cutie mark.

“Are you in the military?” Typervader asked her, hoping he wasn’t prying in.

“Why, yes! I am Lieutenant Roseanna Dodger!” She said as took small bow. She took her drink and took a seat. Then, a tall and lanky stallion came into the café with a cropped mane and tail that's been allowed to grow a bit. He had a slightly scruffy coat due to lack of attention. He had a black mane and tail and light brown coat, but they seemed to be faded from too much sun and too little conditioner. His eyes were a sharp blue and green. His cutie mark was a pegasus in flight silhouetted against a setting sun. He was wearing a pair of heavily worn, but durable saddle bags and a sweat-stained ‘Indiana Jones’ hat. He came in and took a seat with the others.

“Hello sir! How may I help you today?” Typervader asked. But before Windy could answer, Barrista came in and offered him a drink.

“I will make you my famous Shining Jack!” He explained, proudly. He brought out different drink mixes.

“No, no. That's fine. Please.” Windy said. However, he never backed down.

“Even better, I will make one for all of you!"

“I don’t think I’m old enough to drink that, sorry.” Typervader said, going back and doing his work.

“Sure, can’t be too bad, I will take a taste.” Rose said as she got up. He begun to mix his drink, giving one to Windy and one to Rose.

“I want to make a toast. To new friends!” She said as she took a sip. Windy did the same.

“Oh my Celestia! What is in this thing! Its strong!” They both cried out. Barrista just laughed and said, “Why, I can’t tell you, it's a secret.” He said, as he got up. Windy stop drinking and talked to Barrista.

“Why did you give this to me? I told you I didn’t want it. I don’t need gifts from you.” He said, upset at Barrista.

“Now Windy, please. He was just offering you a drink, you should take it while you can.” Rose said, upset seeing something free go to waste.

“I am sorry Rose, but I can’t take gifts from others.” He said, upset by getting a gift, so he left.

“Well then, he doesn’t seem to like gifts.” Barrista said, heading over to where Typervader was.

“Are you sure you don’t want a taste Type?” He asked one last time.

“As much as I would love a drink, I am under the legal age. But feel free to take more business away please. After all, I have a ton of stuff I need to do.” Typervader said, not pleased with Barrista.

“We're all just OC’s here, Type, not like it matters if you have a taste!” He said, trying to get him to try it.

“Well, I supposed it wouldn’t hurt.” Typervader said, waiting for him to make his drink.

“I will warn you Typer, that is the strongest drink I have ever had. I really don’t think you should.” Rose said, trying to save the teen from doing something dumb.

“I won’t have much, I just want him to shut up.” Typervader said, not too pleased that he was doing this.

“Alright, here you go!” Barrista said, handing him the drink. Typervader took a sip from it.

“Holy MOTHER OF JESUS!” He screamed spitting out the drink.

“What in the hell was that?” Typervader said, finding some water to get the taste out.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rose sat there laughing at Typervader.

“I am never drinking that stuff again!” Typervader said, still trying to shake it off. Then Doug returned.

“Oh, nice to see you again Rose! How have things been going here Typer?” Doug asked him.

“Well besides the fact I just drank the worst thing ever, great!” Typervader said sarcastically.

“Well, glad things went well. Hope you are ready for more work days Typer!” Doug said.

He just sighed, and Rose and Barrista just looked at each other, before Rose brought up conversation.

“Typer here doesn’t seem to be too happy, you should do something about him, Doug.” She said as she walked out. Typervader just blushed.

“I could go ahead and let you serve my drink here, Doug!” Barrista said.

“NO! Bad idea! Bad idea!” Typervader said in a panic state. Barrista just laughed.