Entry tags:

!thread, ~cleo adams (damagepatchkid), ~dale cooper

WHO: Cleo & Dale.
WHEN: Friday Afternoon.
WHERE: The Crashdoown.
WHAT: Catching Up.
STATUS: In Progress.

A Friday free from work. Cleo adored when she had Fridays off. She'd slept in, luxuriating in the bed for far longer than usual. Then lounged around the currently empty apartment and took her time making a breakfast of blueberry pancakes. She did some yoga, went for a run, and even did a little weight training. It wasn't really necessary for her to keep up with her training here in Knowhere, but she found a sense of peace in it. She got too jittery otherwise. And besides, she wanted to be ready if another attack happened.

By the time she'd showered and cleaned up afterward, it was lunchtime. And while Cleo wasn't entirely fond of the idea of spending her day off eating at the Cafe where she worked, she also knew a certain someone who would be there at that moment. And so, wearing a pair of jeans, Chuck Taylors, and a black t-shirt, Cleo headed over to the Crashdown.

Bells jingled as she opened the door and she waved to the hostess. "No worries, I'll seat myself," she said with a wink. With a squeak from her sneaker on the well cleaned floor, Cleo made her way over to the booth where Special Agent Dale Cooper was sitting alone.

"Friday afternoon, 1 o'clock, and Dale Cooper is in his usual booth." She slid in across from him. "You sure about this place, man? I hear the service is kind of crappy."