#how can i make shea EVEN MORE of a tired sad indie boy?

[shabernathy]

-- SHEA had NO idea how he got suckered into this. somehow and for some ( stupid ) reason, his boss had managed to secure a booth at the annual carnival and had ever-so-politely asked for employees to work a night or two. see, as a barista, his job was to make a variety of drinks on any given day; but this wasn’t a typical shift, and his boss had decided that, in order to entertain tired parents whose kids were refusing to get off the carnival rides and teenagers who just wanted something pretty to post on instagram, the only thing they were going to offer at the carnival was fancy lattes with cream poured into them to create designs like birds, flowers, hearts, or perfectly-symmetrical swirls on the top. all the customer had to do was tell the barista what design they wanted. that’s how shea ended up slaving in front of a row of latte machines making latte after stupid fucking latte until his hands felt like they were going to snap off. the only thing powering him through was the promise of a hundred-dollar bonus per night he worked, and even that was starting to lose it’s worth. after handing off another half-assed latte with a heart design on top, he turned around to face the growing queue of people, leaning his forearms on the cold metal of the booth and raising his eyebrows at the next person in line, tired eyes begging for help ( or at least a tip ). “what can i get for you?”