Ice Cream Talk

[sarahyyy]

Okay, a lot of things under the cut is so very self-indulgent, so you can all just ignore a huge chunk of this post. XD All the links are clickable and lead to pretty pictures of ice creams. =D

Remember when I was going all, "If I fail my finals, I shall open an ice cream parlour." a few posts back? Yeah, it turned out that I pretty much incepted myself with the idea and while I'm not exactly keen on failing my exams, I gave a lot of thought to this ice cream parlour idea. I won't lie, I think I spent more time thinking about this than I did about NaNo, which ahahaha, Reg has very kindly forgiven me for in exchange for a lifelong free ice cream pass (and also expressed interest in investing in my ice cream parlour!). XD

After a lot of in depth conversations with my subconscious, I decided to call this hypothetical ice cream parlour MoodCreams because all the ice creams shall be aptly named. Think "FML", "WHAT IS MY LIFE", "SO HAPPY I CAN SHIT RAINBOWS", "I DON'T LIKE MONDAYS", "TGIF", "IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE", "I FEEL PRETTY", "THINK YOUR LIFE IS SHIT? I FAILED FINALS KTHNXBAI", "BURIED UNDER WORK", "HAPPY HOUR" and etcetera. And also, "DON'T WORRY JUST HAVE A PINA COLADA" because cowboyangel said so. I am very open to suggestions, so if you can think of something, let me know. XD 

It's not going to be a big place, probably a little retro (because all good ice cream parlours have that whimsical feeling to them) and I am going to employ really snarky employees just because. And it's going to be really fun and all new customers can get free samples of "I'M SUCKING IT UP AND SELLING ICE CREAM" and we're going to open when we feel like it and close when we're tired and we'll never chase people out even if they only buy one ice cream cone and sit there for half the day just because. 8D It's going to be all sorts of awesome. 

Not going to lie, I'm going to be so bummed if this doesn't end up happening. And damn, now I want ice cream. What's your favourite type of ice cream, f-list?

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This is almost inevitable. Here is an extract of the Ice Cream Parlour AU I will probably never end up writing based on the hypothetical ice cream parlour I will probably never end up opening:

The bell hanging on the front door jingles as Eames pushes the door open and walks into a quaint looking ice cream parlour. 

"Arthur, your hundredth customer is here!" a woman yells excitedly before turning to Eames and grinning so wide Eames has half the mind to just walk out of the place. "Welcome, good sir!"

Eames stares at her. "Uh..."

"Ariadne, stop scaring all my customers away," a voice admonishes from behind Eames.

Eames turns around to see a dark haired man dressed in a sweater vest, roughly in his late twenties, with his hair slicked back neatly. Arthur, he supposes. 

The woman -Ariadne- sticks her tongue out at Arthur and says, "You are no fun," before walking to the back of the shop.

"Hello," Arthur says as he turns over to Eames, a small smile playing at his lips even as he shakes his head at Ariadne, "This is your first time here, yes?" At Eames' nod, he continues, "I'm Arthur, I own the parlour. Would you like to sample a few flavours first, or would you prefer to wing it and just make your order?"

Eames studies the vast choices of ice cream flavours before him and lets out a laugh at their names. 

Arthur smiles. "We are open to suggestions."

"Interesting," he comments. Then, "Which one is your favourite?"

"'I'M SUCKING IT UP AND SELLING ICE CREAM'," Arthur says, completely deadpan. "I might be a bit bias, though. How's your day been so far?"

"Wretched," Eames answers.

"'IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE'," Arthur says.

"Hardly."

"No," Arthur says, grinning, "I'm saying you should order that. It's a flavour."

Eames laughs again. "I'll take a single scoop of that on a cone, then. I expect my day will be better after I eat that?"

"Oh no," Arthur says as he scoops Eames' ice cream onto a cone and passes it to him. "You have to get 'MY DAY WILL GET BETTER' for that."

"I'll save that for next time," Eames says and pays for his cone. 

He is almost at the door when Ariadne yells, "ARTHUR, DON'T BE A CHEAT! NEW GUY, DON'T GO YET!"

Eames turns to her, question in his eyes. 

"You're the hundredth customer today," Ariadne says and glares at Arthur accusingly. "You're supposed to get a kiss. Arthur is cheating you out of a kiss."

"Arthur is also going to fire you," Arthur says amiably. 

Eames smirks. "I don't know," he says, walking back to the counter, "I am feeling horribly cheated right now."