Who: Sheriff Stilinski and OPEN What: Coffee before work, the breakfast of champions When: Thursday morning Where: Starbucks Warnings: None Status: Open/On-going
Stilinski was so glad his son was a boy again. And then yes, his brain had to stop to re-examine that sentence and decided that yes, it was indeed one of those things you only said in Madison Valley, that it was too strange even for Beacon Hills -- which was really saying something. And you could say a lot of things about Beacon Hills. He'd learned that one the hard way and he'd only known the truth about the place a short while.
This place, though? Took the "weird and wacky" description and ran with it like a bat out of hell. All the same, he liked the place, liked the people, liked a lot about it. Especially his job. Except for when he had a morning meeting, hadn't slept much the night before, and was too damn old for that shit. Therefore? Coffee. From Starbucks, since by the time he'd finally fallen asleep, it meant he'd woken up just late enough to hurry through the morning routine and just get on out of the house. Taking time for coffee would've had him rushing just a little too much.
He had time for this, though.
He took his drink and stepped away from the counter, making his way to a table.