morrobay1990

Author:

morrobay1990
Genre: au!au
Warning:
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's

A follow-on to Internet Café (June 2011 Challenge – Take your fandom to work, link below)

http://bmm-drabbles.livejournal.com/215027.html

sundae

His favorite hot spot had installed an ice cream bar, serving gourmet, homemade, upper-crusty pure sin ice cream.

The café already had a world class menu, including dessert, wine and champagne lists, and had started passing out flyers advertising the addition of the ice cream bar two weeks ago, and he couldn’t wait to try it out...ice cream was his downfall.

Of all the sweet things in the world, he would take ice cream over anything else. He’d quite happily give military secrets to the kremlin for some double-Dutch chocolate from Prince Puckler's Gourmet Ice Cream in Oregon...if he knew any military secrets.

He was an ice cream snob. There wasn’t an ice cream parlor in the neighboring five states worth its cream that he hadn’t been in multiple times, and there wasn’t a flavor of ice cream that he didn’t like, but his favorite, absolute must-have at least three times a week, was chocolate...even better, a chocolate sundae…chocolate ice cream, double helping of hot fudge, if he could find chocolate whipped cream he’d be in heaven. And a cherry. No nuts.

He and the graveyard-shift counter guy had never really talked, even though they saw each other here almost every night of the week and he certainly wouldn’t mind a little conversation or whatever, other than hi/bye and similar banalities. His orders were given and received by IM, and the counter guy wasn’t much of a talker when he came around to put his food on the table.

But then, the counter guy had never seen him eat ice cream before...he himself had had thoughts of that, and similar food-induced fantasies, all with the counter guy as the main course.

He flipped through the digital menu, past the breakfast items – but not before stopping for a long look at the 3D picture of the battered and deep fried french toast smothered in homemade whipped cream and dripping with what had to be pure maple syrup and asking himself why he never ordered breakfast and making a mental note to do so in the near future – past the café specialties, among his favorites were French onion soup, and the best caviar in the world, fetching $1250 which included a champagne split – past the lunch specials, which featured the most delicious, clamored-for and priciest meatloaf he’d ever tasted– past the dinner offerings, a favorite being octopus, an entire tentacle pleasantly flavored with olives and fingerling potatoes...all the way back to the desserts.

How could he choose? The owner of the café was a self-admitted addict for chocolate...had been to rehab but to no avail...and had filled the dessert menu with so many luscious cocoa-infused choices, you could have something different and decadent every day of the week for a year or more.

The pictures tantalized him...called to him...frozen hot chocolate, with all fifteen ingredients listed and a picture that made his heart start to beat faster...double-chocolate-covered cappuccino crunch cake...chocolate pate with strawberry coulis...four layer chocolate cream filled cake...chocolate hazelnut terrine with raspberry sauce...orange white-chocolate cheesecake...the list and pictures went on and on.

He dragged his eyes away from the food porn and decided to stick with his original craving...tapped out his order:

2 scoops double dutch chocolate ice cream, double hot fudge, cherry.

What the hell, they had twelve hundred dollar caviar, maybe they had this...

chocolate whipped cream

He hit send and heard the familiar Microsoft ding, and his IM flashed, announcing his order received on the other end, and a response: good choice

He popped open his Voodoo laptop to catch up on his latest gaming creation when he heard the MS ding...looking down at the IM, he smiled...a dream come true...

out of chocolate whipped cream here...lots at home