The Perk; Sunday Afternoon

[imonscholarship]

Dan practically had a coffee radar built inside him so it didn't take him long to find the nearest coffee place on the island. The place made him a little homesick for Vanessa's cafe but he figured that coffee was coffee and as long as it had caffeine in it then it was the drink for him

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[decoder_rings]

It was pretty effing cold out so Hannibal didn't even know why he'd left the dorms other than boredom and hunger. He slipped into the Perk (baked good, yum) and got himself some hot chocolate before noticing the unfamiliar guy.

"Investigative reporter?" Hannibal asked, guessing what with the notebook and all. Wasn't the best guess but Hannibal had always wondered why no reporters ever made it over here.

[imonscholarship]

"Uh, no, just a regular writer," Dan said. "Not even a professional one. Just a student."

[decoder_rings]

"Oh, you gotta be new then," Hannibal said, brightening a little. "Don't recognize the face. Just get in yesterday?"

[imonscholarship]

"Yep, brand new." he said, holding out his hand. "Dan Humphrey."

[ashockingbitch]

A glowing, oscillating orange-and-gold rectangle opened up in the air just in front of the coffee shop's counter, and Jenny stumbled out, smelling like a really seedy pub at last call. The Door closed back behind her. "Coffee. Hot. In a cup," she demanded. "Lots of it."

Yes, she was back from vacation.

[imonscholarship]

It was probably a good thing Dan wasn't holding his coffee when the whole glowy thing happened because he jumped about ten feet in the air. "Holy crap!"

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny froze with her cup halfway to her mouth. "Oh, hell, did the new kids get here already?" she asked no one in particular. She turned to the kid who'd shouted. "Jenny Sparks. Get used to it."

[imonscholarship]

Dan blinked. "Dan Humphrey. Scared shitless. Get used to it."

Might was well throw out that warning. He didn't think he'd be done freaking out over stuff anytime soon.

[psychic_wonder]

Sam had stayed up late last night, finding it hard to sleep after the picnic and talking to Chuck and Claire. Coffee was definitely needed, and after ordering something large and sweet, he glanced over and noticed the guy by the window. "Are you taking notes?" he asked.

[imonscholarship]

"Hm? Oh, no, I just have it around just in case the urge to write strikes," Dan said, looking up at Sam. Oh hey, another flannel wearer.

[psychic_wonder]

"You're a writer?" Sam asked, smiling. "Fiction or non-fiction?"

[imonscholarship]

"Fiction. Poetry, mostly, but I've written a couple stories," Dan said with a slight smile. "It's a hobby for now but I'm hoping to make a living off of it."