"I'd never make it to seven a.m. rehearsals if it wasn't for the sweet, sweet bean," Sean chuckled, taking the mug and the first sip gratefully. Black. No dilution, just caffeine straight to the blood. It really wasn't time to wake up until that first cup was in his hand. Ask him to stay up until three jamming? No problem. Up before nine with an decaf smile? Yeah, forget it. Of course, that first cup was then chased with at least a one liter bottle of water to make sure the coffee didn't gum up the reed, which might actually be flushing the caffeine through his system faster than he liked, but he still got that first jolt to wake him up.
"Marty would be Deeks?" That was the other name his dad had said the night before, so Sean hoped there wasn't someone else and it just hadn't been mentioned. But, he ignored the mention of his dad.
He helped himself at the invitation and joined her at the table. It was reassuring to hear he was dealing with another 'civilian' and not one more career military or whatever they called it for an agency. Tell her all about him and ask her questions...well, he did have one question, but he wasn't about to voice it. The answer most likely wouldn't be what he wanted to hear. "That is a tall order," he said instead, smiling a little. "I guess, I can start with the easy ones like where does a guy have to go to get some clothes with style? How much are we allowed off the base? And what do people do for entertainment around here?"
Maybe, if he was lucky, there'd be at least a bar or something that had music. It'd be even better if he could get into the city and see how different the clubs were here, see about making some cash that didn't come from his dad or the military. Other than his schooling, he'd scraped through the last four years on what his music could bring in, what he made for himself, and he wasn't about to give up all of his independence on their say so. They could have their rules and he'd find his ways to make his life his own around them.