Wake up and smell the coffee [closed]
Who: Godot, Maya and Phoenix Trite
When: Sunday, midday
Where: Godot's apartment
Summary: Maya facilitates a heart-to-heart between Phoenix and his bestest friend in the whole wide world.
Warnings: Well, Godot certainly isn't thrilled about this!
Godot had gone out shopping Sunday morning, bright and early as soon as the stores were open. He was running low on coffee supplies and a few of his prescriptions-- two things he did not want to be caught without.
He was out for quite a while between the subway ride, the crowds at the store and stopping for a few cups of coffee at one point. He finally arrived back at his apartment building around lunchtime, his mouth already watering at the prospect of trying this new seasonal blend he'd picked up at the store.
His mouth went dry, however, when he opened the door to his apartment and spotted a very unwanted intruder sitting on his couch, Maya at his side.
Godot was quiet for a moment, surveying the scene before him and trying to decide how, exactly, to express what was wrong with it.
"What are you doing here?" seemed fitting.
When: Sunday, midday
Where: Godot's apartment
Summary: Maya facilitates a heart-to-heart between Phoenix and his bestest friend in the whole wide world.
Warnings: Well, Godot certainly isn't thrilled about this!
Godot had gone out shopping Sunday morning, bright and early as soon as the stores were open. He was running low on coffee supplies and a few of his prescriptions-- two things he did not want to be caught without.
He was out for quite a while between the subway ride, the crowds at the store and stopping for a few cups of coffee at one point. He finally arrived back at his apartment building around lunchtime, his mouth already watering at the prospect of trying this new seasonal blend he'd picked up at the store.
His mouth went dry, however, when he opened the door to his apartment and spotted a very unwanted intruder sitting on his couch, Maya at his side.
Godot was quiet for a moment, surveying the scene before him and trying to decide how, exactly, to express what was wrong with it.
"What are you doing here?" seemed fitting.