The Perk, Thursday Evening
Mike was on his way home from a day of frankly pretty depressing odd jobs. Just a whole lot of bullshit from people who should have known better. But, that was the kind of thing that just happened, in life, in general. And he still got paid so it was all good in his book.
Or at least it was nothing that couldn't be soothed by swinging by the coffee place and sitting down at a table by the window with a steaming hot cup of coffee and a muffin with far too much chocolate on it to be considered healthy by anyone's standards - until you considered the things he'd used to soothe his weary self in the past. It was all good.
Even if he was staying bundled up in his coat and scarf while he sat and people-watched. It was cold, yo. Three Fandom winters in and he still wasn't handling it great at all.
[ooc: Open post in town is open!]
Or at least it was nothing that couldn't be soothed by swinging by the coffee place and sitting down at a table by the window with a steaming hot cup of coffee and a muffin with far too much chocolate on it to be considered healthy by anyone's standards - until you considered the things he'd used to soothe his weary self in the past. It was all good.
Even if he was staying bundled up in his coat and scarf while he sat and people-watched. It was cold, yo. Three Fandom winters in and he still wasn't handling it great at all.
[ooc: Open post in town is open!]