Who: Leo Fitz and Ten What: Randomly meeting, and God knows what else When: Backdated to Thursday afternoon Where: Starbucks Warnings: An overly caffeinated Doctor? Otherwise probably none. Status: Open/Match-up/On-going
Fitz loved his job -- both jobs -- he honestly did. But there were times when he needed caffeine to get him through one of them, and it wasn't the one people would expect. The lab was amazing, it really was, because he didn't need to really supervise anybody -- give advice on occasion, provide a second set of eyes, get supplies ordered for specific projects. All of that, but no supervision.
Reileen was the closest thing to someone he needed to supervise, and it wasn't supervision so much as it was making sure she didn't figure out how to completely take over the town. Okay, lies, it was mostly just so she could show off a little as she did it.
She'd be in a much better mood in that case. And less likely to be completely malicious.
He was standing in line, trying to figure out the most caffeinated thing he could order, and that included however many espresso shots the baristas would be willing to put in. Clove and Angeline would put in the most they could without risking a lawsuit, anyone else had to be convinced. He took a step back to look at part of the menu board and promptly bumped into someone, because of course he did. "Sorry about that," he said, turning to give the other person an apologetic smile. "You okay?"