[u]The Writer's Due, Part One[/u] [b]Dojo Starbucks[/b] [b]10:18 AM[/b] [i]To each beginning is the start of its own end. This is the last social interaction available with Quincy and will remain open until the final part is concluded.[/i] Lumpy. Not a word often associated with bar stools but it fit the bill perfectly for the abomination of a chair Quincy was sitting on. Other than the rocky surface texture of the stool, it was just like all the other smooth wooden ones. The weather outside was terrible. Despite the bitterly cold temperatures, it was still managing to pour down raining, forcing most people to stay inside to avoid the downpour. And thus, the cafe was packed, and Q was stuck sitting in the one seat no one wanted. Waiting for his morning coffee to cool, he sat there tapping his fingers on the counter. (Open to all.)