Who: Rusty Beck and Logan Danvers What: Just randomly running into each other When: Saturday afternoon Where: Starbucks Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Rusty wasn't sure how he'd managed to make it through class without falling asleep. He hadn't slept worth a crap in over a week, thanks to that ghost shit, which meant he was right about two steps above zombie. He was just glad he didn't have to work that night, because the last thing he wanted to do was be around people that he couldn't snark at.
Much.
His plan consisted entirely of caffeine, which meant he one hundred percent stopped at Starbucks before doing anything else. Yeah, it was pricey and overrated but he was also pretty sure he could convince the baristas to give him a few more espresso shots than was actually healthy. Not that he actually knew what he wanted, mind you. Thankfully the line was long enough that he was able to figure it out by the time he got to the register. A disturbingly sympathetic look from Clove told him that he might be smelling colors and seeing sounds by the time he finished his drink.
A couple minutes later, he was settling in at a table and not quite clutching his drink. It was not a great time to be him.