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If it's not too late for coffee I'll be at your place in ten/We'll hit that all night diner

Jan 28, 2011 00:37

Who: Jack Kelly, Godot
When: Afternoon, Thursday 1/27
Where: SS Kahve!
Summary: A random encounter in the coffee shop!

( There's so many things I have to say I'll stay up all night to hear about your day )

godot, jack kelly

Comments 11

beenwaitinglong January 28 2011, 05:44:36 UTC

"Thanks. Have a nice day."

Godot dropped a few dollars in the tip jar and turned around from the counter, his briefcase in one hand and a cardboard carrier with six cups of coffee in the other. He set it down on the table long enough to juggle one cup out of it and took a long sip. He'd had a lot of coffee in his life, but there had never been a more beautiful Turkish blend. Expertly pulled, sophisticated in flavor without too much bitterness or acidity, dark with that beautiful body... she was certainly one of his favorite mistresses.

He noticed the kid sitting at the table nearby and immediately recognized him. His smile tilted a bit at the look on his face, and he recovered the carrier and strode casually over to Jack's table.

"Fancy seeing you here, kid," he said. "What are you drinking today?"

cowboy_newsie January 28 2011, 05:53:31 UTC

His head jerked up at the sound of someone addressing him, and Jack stared at the man who had just greeted him. For a moment he didn't recognize him, thrown off by the mask now adorning his face, and then realized where he had heard that voice before.

"Godot?" he ventured warily, his fingers gripping the cup of coffee tightly-- which was stupid, he thought immediately afterwards. Coffee wouldn't protect him if this man was an enemy; at the most, should Jack throw it at him, it would just annoy him. But it was the only item he had on hand at the moment, and so Jack held it tightly, his body language all but screaming his discomfort.

beenwaitinglong January 28 2011, 06:07:54 UTC

"The one and only."

Either Godot didn't notice Jack's upset body language, or he simply didn't care enough to acknowledge it. He pushed aside the chair across from him and threw his jacket over the back of it, setting his carrier and briefcase down on top of the table and for all intents and purposes, looking like he was going to stay a while.

"Though given where we last met, I guess the real reply is 'fancy seeing you at all.' Ha...!" He took a sip of his coffee.

cowboy_newsie January 29 2011, 05:41:53 UTC

Sitting up straight, Jack glared at Godot, wondering if the man would follow him should he simply get up and leave-- and then, after that, if it would look cowardly if he did go. It would be running away, he thought, running back to the firehouse and giving in to the fear that had been gnawing at him for the past few weeks. More importantly, it would be running away from a man of whom Jack was certain he wasn't afraid and who would probably think just that.

"What the hell do you want?" he snapped instead, his free hand gripping the table's edge tightly. Unsure where to look, unsure if Godot could even see him, Jack settled his gaze somewhere around the man's mouth. It was as good a place as any, he figured.

beenwaitinglong January 29 2011, 05:44:45 UTC

Godot still didn't seem terribly upset at Jack's demeanor, if he even noticed it at all. He took another sip from his coffee and leaned an elbow on the table casually.

"I can't strike up a conversation with an acquaintance?" he asked. "I'm kind of hurt. Just because I'm a lawyer doesn't mean I have an ulterior motive for everything."