The Perk, Thursday evening
D'Argo was contemplating a coffee. This was good for no one involved. ...Which was mainly him, right.
This town was quiet, but that wasn't a bad thing. No one from any government was keeping a close eye on him that he knew of, and that was a definite plus. He still wanted to get back, but until he found a way, this wasn't bad for a little break.
And it gave him a chance to do things he hadn't been able to do when he was on Earth before. Like try real coffee. Crichton had gone on about it, and there had been some at the house, but after seeing D'Argo's reaction to that sludge he'd advised him not to drink coffee made by anyone who'd never seen a coffee maker before, and called it rule of the universe number 18 or something inane like that.
D'Argo lifted the paper cup to take a sip, and upon first try almost spit it out, making a hissing noise as he did so. Then, considering the taste, decided it wasn't too horrible, and tried it again.
[Open like an open thing.]
This town was quiet, but that wasn't a bad thing. No one from any government was keeping a close eye on him that he knew of, and that was a definite plus. He still wanted to get back, but until he found a way, this wasn't bad for a little break.
And it gave him a chance to do things he hadn't been able to do when he was on Earth before. Like try real coffee. Crichton had gone on about it, and there had been some at the house, but after seeing D'Argo's reaction to that sludge he'd advised him not to drink coffee made by anyone who'd never seen a coffee maker before, and called it rule of the universe number 18 or something inane like that.
D'Argo lifted the paper cup to take a sip, and upon first try almost spit it out, making a hissing noise as he did so. Then, considering the taste, decided it wasn't too horrible, and tried it again.
[Open like an open thing.]