“Caffeine is still my best friend. I don’t think I could ever part ways, and might be my longest relationship in my life,” she replied with a laugh. Juliet smiled, shaking her head. “I’d say either way it’s understandable needing caffeine while working either of those jobs. Does the coffee in the FBI suck as much as at a police station?” The question was a joke; however, she was curious. Her system had been used to the sometimes horrible coffee at the station, but she could still claim sometimes it wasn’t the best. Often why she’d stop to grab some or make her own to avoid that disgusting one at the station.
Hearing that it was the Black Friday insanity, Juliet could understand the reason a bit better. Even though detective her was all no about it, the bigger part of her didn’t blame that rule after remembering that whole insanity. “I know I should be saying ‘oh no, that’s not the answer’ and I probably would if it wasn’t for that incident being the reason. That whole day was hell! I wanted to stab a few people with how many times I was hit during the course of that day,” she really didn’t blame the stabbing people rule, especially when she knew she had nothing to worry about. “You seem to know all the gossip,” she smirked, teasing the poor guy but in good fun, “so what did the individual do to get stabbed?” Hey, a girl wanted to know!