Shot in the Qark
By Snickers
Geraldo is a respectable man among his friends who tries really hard to get a break and officially divorce himself from Murphy’s Law, but can’t seem to get a break – except for his dreamscape journey at his favorite coffee shop and his espresso man. Geraldo sits at his usual explicit corner window seat, filled with oversized pillows, of the coffee house, to which, he has a splendid view of his hard-working barista, bustling his sharp-edge and adorable personality to the incoming patrons, just like him. Every morning, he travels the eight blocks between his downtown Seattle condo to his remote espresso-bar location, which sits nestled in the Capitol Hill district; filled with many walks of life.
Along his short journey to get his morning coffee he has several run-ins. First, he crosses the first block to dreadfully turn-down a homeless man asking for a quarter.
“No, sorry. Not today.”
Deep down within him he feels sorrow for the homeless man, but all the same time he is quite annoyed because the man just does not get it.
“You ask me everyday for a quarter and I reject you every time. When are you going to grasp that rejection and accept it?”
Just as he finishes that thought, he finds himself battling through a small crowd of New York
“Surgar Dad dy to the rescue! Work it girl! I give you the blow job of your dreams for just five dallors. The whole package for fifty bucks! Come on, honey! Don’t be a hater, be a lover!”
Geraldo just rolls his eyes and keeps trucking to his espresso, just sitting and waiting for him just a few blocks ahead. Today is a full day of sketching the exquisite creature that makes his coffee, and that is his inspiration everyday as he travels from his apartment to the quaint little coffee shop in Chelsea
His thought process is interrupted by the overflow of drag queens, swarming into his preciously protected personal bubble, filled with bursting delight and enthusiasm to see a familiar face. Their makeup is shockingly still intact from the night before, even though their wigs are a smidge askew, they are still flawless in every sense possible.
Geraldo baby! Werk it! Don’t fuck it up!
Werk it, girl! Still have not made it home, honey?
Fuck no, the show was hot last night, and so was that bartender. Gorgeous honey!
What was his name?
Fuck if I know – but his dick was a full ten incher.
You’re ass must be in love right now, right?
You got it baby!
I’m off to my espresso man.
You get him, honey! And for Rupaul’s sake, tell him you like him for once. Ask him out, honey. Just do it, fuck and fucking be happy for once!
‘Tell him you like him for once.’ Geraldo surely wishes that he could do just that. He wishes that he could do all of that: date, love, fuck and all in one night, but there was something inside him preventing Geraldo from letting his espresso man in and vice versa. Maybe today would be the day, just maybe.
Just a few steps away from opening that door, to the espresso man, and seeing his delightful face brighten up his day, that face which gives Geraldo so much inspiration to be happy in life, daily, weekly, monthly, all year round.
“Shot in the dark?”
“Yes, shot in the dark!”
Shot in the dark, indeed. Geraldo would glee if his espresso man gave him a literal shot inside the dark, lights on or lights off. He remembers what his drag queen friend told him:
‘tell him you love him’ or something like that. So he is about to plunge into being spontaneous and out-going with his espresso man, but this barista starts going on about his crazy adventures with his best friend, the night before.
“Geraldo – last night was crazy! You should have been there”
‘I wish I was there…’, Gerald says in his head.
“We got so fucking high last night, right after we went to the store and got a couple of coloring books and crayons and we went back to my place with our drugs and bottles of wine, and just started butchering up miss Snow White and Sabastien, the crab. Oh my god! I turned snow white into an adultress slut and Sabastien was caught saying ‘look ma, I’ve got crabs’. That Stormy, she’s a crazy bitch – watch this video, fucking hilarious!”
The Espresso Man gives Geraldo his phone and he watches a larger woman dancing around his living room shaking a tambourine and singing Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves by Cher . He relishes this moment every morning, to get a glimpse of the life of this mysterious, yet fun guy has, and he really wants to be a part of his life, but never knows what the next step he should take to make that a reality.
‘Now it’s time for the plunge, do it now!’ he says to himself and then his confidence increases, for some bizarre reason and he leaps.
“So, what are you doing Friday night?”
“I don’t know. Why, do you want to hangout?”
“Yes.”
Yes? Did Geraldo finally get a rolling conversation started about hanging out with this amazing guy and not feel embarrassed. Today finally might be the day. Finally.
“Well, I think I’m going to just be hanging out at my flat with the roommate. Why don’t you come on over and chill with us.”
Sure, that would be fun.
The butterflies and knots inside his guts were beginning to move faster and faster, which later became to be known to Geraldo as the beginnings of a beautiful relationship with his espresso man. He was falling in love already and they still have not gone on a date. Besides, they were just going to hangout with the roommate, what could possibly happen? He grabs his coffee and starts walking to his usual spot in the corner of the coffee shop, and he sits, pulls out his sketch pad and starts sketching his espresso man has he works bustling behind the counter.
Geraldo, all of a sudden, stops to look at his barista and realizes that he has never asked what his name is and he blurts out across the shop.
“What is your name?”
“Lukas. Lukas Spotty.”
“Geraldo. Geraldo Spienbeck.”
