I need some sleep/It can't go on like this

[stonyfaced]

Characters: Vimes (stonyfaced) and Genius (man-genius
Date/Time: BACKDATED to April 26th, early morning
Location: The Bazaar
Rating: PG-13 for presumed mention of both Genius' and Vimes' grisly dreams
Summary: Vimes gives up on sleep after having two nightmares and decides to walk around, whereas Genius goes out for some comforting starches. Cue an early morning

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[man_genius]

More nightmares

[stonyfaced]

As Vimes approached the counter, he noticed Genius wandering around the Bazaar looking like hell. He was halfway to cursing coincidence, having just resolved to speak to Genius at some point, then realized that this wasn't coincidence at all. What else did someone do after a nightmare other than wander aimlessly around and try to ply yourself with caffeine?

He put some coins down on the table and nodded at the man who manned the booth. "The usual for me, except make it stronger," he said, then jerked his thumb in Genius' direction. "Get a coffee for him too, but I figure he'll like it less strong than I do."

Upon his second glance, Genius really did look like hell, but then again, so did he. There was a reason he kept a washbasin and a cut-throat razor in his office other than the fact that people tended to think twice before threatening his position when they noticed it lying on his desk

[man_genius]

Meanwhile, Genius was both distracted and in one of those dazed early morning/no sleep fogs, wherein the body moved and the mind refused to take any stimulus in nor spit forth anything worthwhile. If not for Vimes, he would have simply walked right past the only open stall. As it was, he jumped to hear a now very familiar voice call out his name.

"Gah! Oh." It took a moment for his brain to kick in. "...Thanks." He shuffled over to the counter, one hand scrubbing furiously as his eyes to wake himself up. Coffee. He wasn't really much of a coffee man, but he drank it out of sheer necessity. Not even a can of Jolt could wake him up the way coffee did, even if he did have to drown it in sugar and cream first.

He really didn't know what else to say, knowing that there was a very strong chance this man knew the reason why he was up so early. This was exactly the opposite of what he wanted to do this morning, damnit. But he was beyond railing against the unfairness of fate and simply accepted the inevitable with a quiet sip.

[stonyfaced]

"No problem." Vimes took his pocketwatch from out of his pocket and checked the time. "It'll still be a good fourty-five minutes til any stall opens up that serves a proper breakfast