me: wow my family has like 10 different kinds of tea. me: *immediately wants to have a tea party with you*
PLE AS E
Okay like none of my IRL friends like tea to the extent that I do, (okay, none of my IRL friends that live near me) and i can NEVER FIND ANYONE TO HAVE TEA PARTIES WITH? It’s an actual tragedy and a Terrible Calamity and I WANT TO HAVE A TEA PARTY WITH YOU TOO D;
inquisitor: you but as the newest crew member at haven coffee. as the first person hired after the infamous revamp, when most of the old staff was unceremoniously sacked, the others were a tad distrusting of you at first, before eventually accepting you as one of their own. you have no idea what you’re exactly doing at haven, but the others seem nice enough.
cassandra: the new shop manager after the whole revamp debacle. you’re a little terrified of her at first, but, over time, you realise she is really just the loveliest of people. she just has a lot going on what with being the captain of the sinking ship that is haven coffee. beware any customer that gets too aggressive with one of her staff members. she spends most of the time trying to encourage everyone to keep working and groaning at some of the jokes.
josephine: loyal customer. you have no idea what she does exactly, but you’ve narrowed it down to mafia boss or just a really over-worked PR. she constantly has her phone pressed to her ear, but that’s cool seeing as the coffee house has her order memorised. she doesn’t take-out, but takes the time to sit in and drink her coffee, even if she’s answering a million emails a second on her phone at the same time. she’s also the sweetest, somehow remembering everyone’s names and their birthdays. josie is the best.
leliana: another loyal customer. she comes in every day and either sits with josephine or off on her own to the side. she likes to people watch and prefers her vantage point from the corner of the coffee shop where she gets the best view of just about everyone. you’re a little terrified of her at first, that is until you actually start talking to her and learn about her rabbit sanctuary. she has about a million photos on her phone of one particular rabbit that looks the same in every one. what’s it called again? schmooples?
cullen: another loyal customer. he always pops in early on his morning walk with his dog. the dog is ginormous and cullen always sits outside with him, no matter what the weather. he also always gives his complimentary biscuit to the dog, so you’re used to loading up his saucer with a few extras. he’s pretty quiet, very shy, and once he caught you staring at him and dribbled coffee all over his lap.
varric: he’s a writer and only works at haven to stop himself ‘starving in between episodes of writer’s block.’ you haven’t read any of his work, but if it’s anything like some of the stuff he comes out with, it should be hilarious. you always feel guilty for laughing though, considering how much he and cassandra lock horns.
solas: tall and quiet, there’s a certain mysterious air about solas. when he talks, it’s normally something informative and smart, and the man is a real tea fiend. he pretty much knows everything there is to know about tea. he likes this one particular brand though the best and is disdainful towards any other blends. no one exactly knows who solas is or just how old he is. he makes some pretty sweet latte art.
the iron bull: a real metal head and the muscle behind the counter. he’s always doing the ‘heavy work’. he has a wicked sense of humour, when he’s not loudly making dumb dad jokes and puns. he’s also the guy that stands up to any really difficult customers. he has a group of friends called ‘the chargers’ (you think they’re called ‘the chargers’) and they spend most of the day on the sofas, talking to bull and drinking whatever free coffee he brings them. you’ve never known him to make coffee for anyone other than himself, the chargers or whichever poor soul is stuck behind the counter that day.
blackwall: you thought he was a hipster at first, considering the whole beard thing he has going on. he’s really just a quiet, gruff kinda guy, trying to make a few extra buck. he seems a little out of sorts at haven, what with all the coffee choices and he being a ‘tea, milk, two sugars; ta, love”-kinda guy. you suspect he has a thing for josie as he’s always eager to make her a drink when she comes in.
vivienne: a real connoisseur of coffee. she’s the only one that knows how to make every coffee variation on the menu and also how it should taste, darling. she’s always immaculate and a little intimidating at first, but she’s the one you turn to when bull’s not around when a customer is giving you grief.
sera: the prankster. you have no idea what sera does outside of work hours. she seems constantly about, either through her actually being there on shift or just in the booby traps she leaves behind. she’s the one who kicked up a stink because the coffeeshop didn’t have wifi and now that it does, spends most of her shift sat up on a counter, watching funny videos on her phone. prank videos are her favourite. she shows them to you sometimes, when you’re not too busy. sometimes, after your shift, you look up on youtube to see if she has uploaded any videos of her pranks from the coffeeshop. of course she has. you just haven’t found them yet. when they eventually go viral, you will…
dorian: with his posh accent and occasional references to boarding school, dorian clearly grew up better than any of you did. despite his education, he’s now working minimum wage as a barista and you learn not to ask about his background. he is however hilarious and his banter with the others has you cracking up all the time. he and solas vie for the title of ‘best coffee artist’. dorian reckons he once made a portrait of himself in a latte, but the customer filed a complaint, seeing as his coffee came to him stone-cold once dorian had finished.
cole: you wonder just how old cole is. he’s oddly intuitive, doing things that doesn’t quite make any sense at the time, but proves useful later. like that time he stocked the back of the shop up with packets of tissues the week before everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) came down with a cold. he says some strange stuff at times, but he’s haven’s and none of the others will hear a bad thing said about him.
corypheus: the arsehole who opened up a coffee shop opposite to haven. he does whatever he can to try and steal customers and you reckon he once tried to hit you with his car, but maybe he’s just a really shit driver.
“You seem awfully happy t’is mornin’.” Niall cleared his throat, taking a sip of his tea before raising a brow at Harry. Harry smiled and shrugged as he popped some bread into the toaster, humming to himself. “Suspiciously happy.”
“Jus’ a good morning, tha’s all.” Harry hummed, strolling over to the fridge and pulling out a couple ingredients to make for breakfast. Eggs, bacon - The essentials. “Birds are chirpin, sun is shining.”
“Uh-huh. Ya never make breakfast fer yourself.” Niall snorted, slowly raising the mug to his lips before his eyes went wide and a lightbulb went off. “Did someone spend the night?”
“Maybe..” Harry trailed off, a huge grin forming on Niall’s face as he leaned in a little more.
“Do I know t’is someone?” Niall lowered his voice, glancing towards the staircase in fear that he would wake any guests up.
“Yeh know her quite well, in fact.” Harry clicked his tongue, taking a sip of coffee while he wagged his brows.
“I do? I swear t’ God, if it’s Kendall fuckin-” Before Niall could finish his sentence, he heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, surprised to see you sleepily making your way towards the two of them wearing nothing but Harry’s shirt. Holy shit. “Y/N! G’mornin t’ ya.”
“Morning.” You hummed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you walked over to Harry, murmuring a ‘good morning’ before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. As you bent down to check out what was in the fridge, Niall turned to Harry with wide eyes, lips parted in shock. You and Harry? Well, maybe it was expected. You and Harry were very close, but he didn’t think you guys were this close.
“How was your night, Y/N? I thought you said you were going t’ go home after t’e party.” Niall asked, watching as you made your way over to sit down next to him. You shrugged and stretched a little, unaware of the fact that Niall caught sight of the many hickeys covering your hipbones and inner thighs.
“Changed my mind. Harry’s bed is a lot softer than mine.” You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Milk and sugar, love?” Harry asked, dropping two cubes of white sugar into the tea as you nodded.
"So, eh.. What is t’is? Friends wit’ benefits? A boyfriend/girlfriend situation?” Niall smirked, watching as you and Harry exchanged glances with rosy cheeks.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” You hummed, hopping off the stool before walking over and whispering something in Harry’s ear, giggling when he gave your bum a small pat before you made your way back to the stairs. It was only when you disappeared that Harry spoke up again.
“A’right, Ni. You’ve got t’ get outta here. I’m sure you’re a busy man, gotta lot o’ things t’ do.” Harry cleared his throat, thrusting a slice of toast into his hand before shooing him up off the stool.