Vyre the Barrista

I wrote a short story... or rather, I tried to write a short story but failed. It didn't work out. But here is the paragraph I managed to get out.

The cavern shakes and inside, Vyre clenches his fingers against the coffee counter. He stares at the warpgate in the empty café longingly and whispers, “I don’t get paid enough for this.” The crystal light sputters in the earthquake, throwing the karst in and out of darkness until the lights go out with a terrible Crack. Vyre sighs “Not again,” but before he can clean up the broken fractals, he hears the familiar Pop of the warp gate and footsteps approach the counter. Vyre can barely make out the silhouette in front of the dim amber glow of the warp gate, and he tries his best to stand up straight despite the shaking cavern as the figure looms over the counter, upper body fading into the black 10 feet tall.

“Please excuse the lighting: we are suffering technical difficulties–thank you for your understanding.” Byre recites in a bored voice, “May I take your order?”

A deep grumble echoes through the room as the customer gives his order in a low raspy voice, “We will have our Revenge.”

Vyre muffles his groans of annoyance, “I’m sorry, Sir, but we only serve Revenge during the winter festival. Is there anything else you would like?”

The customer hisses, and the cavern shakes more violently. Vyre thinks he can hear the stalactites beginning to crack from above. “This is no game, boy. We will have what we deserve. Vengeance will be served and Justice will be satisfied.”