WHO: Straker and open WHAT: Coffee WHERE: The teacher's lounge WHEN: Monday morning RATING: TBD
Straker was battling with the coffee maker. It had worked perfectly for the guy before him, and now it had decided to make him work for his morning boost. He just wanted some damn coffee, and it had apparently concluded that it only distributed coffee to those pure of heart or whatever.
Maybe the reason he was so focused on his morning coffee was so he didn't have to focus on how attracted he was to some of his students. He was swiftly turning into the creepy old teacher who owned a snake. He didn't have a snake yet, but if he did, it would be perfect. A snake to eat the corpses of the kiddies he murdered while eluding Scotland Yard.
He sighed. It was his students fault for being so damn attractive. Half of them looked like supermodels. The price of working in a school for people studying to work in a traditionally shallow industry. As if Katy Perry would shift records if she didn't look like a slutty Zooey Deschanel.