Who: Kyle and Daryl What: She's a toaster Where: The SPD When: 9:30 AM-New Years day Rating: Fairly mild I'm sure.
Kyle was at the police station at 8 AM sharp on New Years Day, nursing a hangover and going over his cases. The place was mostly dead, just the beat cops who got stuck working on a holiday and a few detectives were milling about. He wasn't much for socializing, but he was being polite enough despite his pounding head.
He threw back a handful of aspirin and drank a can of 7 up before he made his way back to the coffee machine. He wasn't surprised to hear the espresso machine already working, for some reason Daryl Hockney took it upon herself to go ahead and use it any time she wanted. He didn't mind. She wouldn't break it at least.
"Morning, Daryl. How's the coffee machine feeling this morning?" he asked a bit tongue in cheek with a small smile.