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[helena alicia rush]

Waking up in the morning was never something that Helena has been good at. No matter how hard she tries, she normally ends up falling back in bed. The only sure thing that can wake her up is coffee, and just about anyone who knows her knows that there is no talking to her in the morning before she has had her coffee. Why? Because she simply will be some of the worst company ever. Okay, so maybe she’ll just annoy the hell out of you and make you wish you had never started speaking to her, or even met her. She doesn’t try to be that mean in the morning, she just really isn’t a morning person. Not at all.

Groaning, Helena rolled out of her bed, onto the floor. She didn’t care, she knew it was almost noon and that she needed to get up, but she really just didn’t want to wake up. Not yet anyway. Slowly she went through her morning routine; stand up, leave everything where it is, and walk out of her room, over to the elevator. Yeah, she didn’t care about getting dressed, she still had on her The Nightmare Before Christmas pajama pants and black tank top, and her hair was still a mess, but she didn’t care. She just wanted her coffee. Helena could care less who saw her, as long as she had her coffee, she was fine. In the elevator, she punched in the floor number where the coffee stand was, by now, she knew it by heart. Hell, she had known it by heart by the first day.

As the elevator slowed to a stop at the floor she was getting off at, she dragged her feet off the elevator and in the direction on the coffee stand. Helena could do this with her eyes closed if she really wanted to, probably even in her sleep, but right now, she would rather actually be able to see where she was going. She already almost ran into a wall with her eyes open, she didn’t need to actually run into something. Finally, she saw the coffee stand ahead of her. She started to quicken her pace, the coffee was calling her.

It was times like these that Helena was glad that she had worked at Starbucks before, and at other various coffee shops, so she knew how to make her own coffee. And she thought she was pretty good, or otherwise she had gotten so used to only having her own coffee to drink that she had gotten used to it, but when you’re stuck in a hotel with no one to make the coffee for you, you got used to it. Or Helena did at least. She went through the steps, making herself a vanilla latte, which she got just about every morning. Grabbing the finished coffee in her hand she walked over to a table, and sat down.