Good Coffee
Oct. 10th, 2012 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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justindulgemeIt occurred to Doc only after he'd sat down at the counter and the lone waitress gave him a look full of trepidation, that he should have probably have changed out of his coat.
He couldn't do anything about the mud he was still pretty caked in up to the hips, or his general disheveled, tired, sweaty and grass stained appearance, but he COULD have had the courtesy to shed his lab coat and it's jarringly bright blood stains (that were drying a funny shimmering purple in places).
He shrugged out of it as the waitress laid a menu in front of him on her way to get the coffee pot, draping it over his lap. Despite eyeing him with concern she poured him a cup and slid the cream and sugar dishes closer.
"Thanks. Sorry about the footprints."
"That's floor's seen worse." The waitress shrugged and turned with the coffee pot to the only other person in the place, sitting two stools over; a petite woman with dark hair who looked, to Doc, to be at least as tired as he felt.
"Want any more, honey?" the waitress asked her.
He couldn't do anything about the mud he was still pretty caked in up to the hips, or his general disheveled, tired, sweaty and grass stained appearance, but he COULD have had the courtesy to shed his lab coat and it's jarringly bright blood stains (that were drying a funny shimmering purple in places).
He shrugged out of it as the waitress laid a menu in front of him on her way to get the coffee pot, draping it over his lap. Despite eyeing him with concern she poured him a cup and slid the cream and sugar dishes closer.
"Thanks. Sorry about the footprints."
"That's floor's seen worse." The waitress shrugged and turned with the coffee pot to the only other person in the place, sitting two stools over; a petite woman with dark hair who looked, to Doc, to be at least as tired as he felt.
"Want any more, honey?" the waitress asked her.
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Date: 2012-10-11 01:42 am (UTC)"Not important. He's just a jerk with too much time on his hands," she took a huge bite of her pancakes, not lady-like in the least. "All I wanted to do was sit in my lab, do some science, maybe eat a cup o' noodles but noooo, I had to go to the bottom of the goddamn ocean for hours. I am done with today."
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Date: 2012-10-11 03:47 am (UTC)"I wanted to go over my culture slides today but of course I didn't get to. At least the ocean is all deep and wondrous and stuff. I got to spend my afternoon tracking a mutant mussel through fetid muddy swamp. My shoes will NEVER recover from this."
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Date: 2012-10-21 03:35 pm (UTC)God, why was she attracted to all the blond weirdos?
"Can I quote you on that? It's just so... scientific."