Who: Colin Ritman and Open What: Irritated Colin is irritated When: Thursday morning Where: Starbucks Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
All he'd been trying to do was get to work, was that really so hard to ask? Apparently so, because he'd been hit by a car a few hours earlier and was now making his way into Starbucks because seriously, this day was not the kind of thing he could handle without espresso and caffeine, and lots of both.
Thankfully the stabby barista was there, because all she did was take one look at him before setting his drink up what was probably more of either than a human being could safely consume before suffering cardiac arrest. He accepted that risk, though, because it wasn't like death would do anything to him at the moment.
Or ever, really, in the long run. But it seemed that right then was an entirely different variety of wouldn't do anything to him. And in this case, he wasn't going to complain.
Well, alright, he was. But not about the dying. No, he was more pissed off that he was going to end up being late -- Micah and Lucas would cover for him, he wasn't worried -- and that his favorite shirt had gotten torn in the process. And his phone had gotten broken, though he was pretty sure he'd managed to come out of it with nothing more than a cracked LCD.
Never mind the cranky-looking Brit waiting for his coffee, everyone, it's his new default.