Who: Kyle West and Jennifer Warda What: Coffee, hangovers, Kyle explains why he doesn't stop at Starbucks anymore Where: At the precinct in the breakroom When: This morning.
Kyle was, a little hungover. This wasn't normal for him, not really, he usually woke up pretty well after binge drinking, but last night he'd required three trazadones on top of the whiskey to get to sleep after the vision he'd had. He'd followed up with it as best he could, but there had been nothing, it was starting to drive him crazy (and the last thing he needed was one more thing driving him crazy).
Given certain activities lately he wasn't going to be stopping at his regular Starbucks so it was up to him to throw out the pot of weak coffee the rookies made and make something real. He was dressed in a plaid button down shirt, and a pair of jeans, par for the course for him unless he needed to look sharp. His long-ish hair was pulled back for now anything to keep it out of his face. He was tired and showed. His patience was running thin already and he'd only been in the office for ten minutes. He was standing up straight, arms folded across his chest watching the coffee machine as it started to run it's course. Frankly he was staring at the thing like it owed him money, just daring it to break mid-brew.
He heard someone walk in to the room and he turned his head, "Mornin' Warda," he said nodding in her direction.