Stan Hurley (youreaghost) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-11-26 13:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff, stan hurley |
Who: Hurley and Nat
Where: Brewed
When: Sunday afternoon
What: Drinking coffee
Why: Lazy Sunday?
Status: Complete
Ratings: Low
To say Hurley had a boring morning so far was an understatement. The former CIA agent was bored out his fucking mind, but at least Preya provided one thing for him. Mitch Rapp. That wasn't something he was expecting to find, and to see the kid had made a little life for himself here, just boiled at his blood. But that was a whole other situation he was dealing with. For right now, he would be enjoying a cup of black coffee, while he scrolled through his phone.
Of course, his phone was a burner, so the IP address changed every two minutes. Old habits die hard or never at all for men like Hurley. His toned frame would be leaning back in that wooden seat as he came to place his left hand over his mouth as he glanced at a few things on his phone for the moment. Only to place, it faced down at his side, as that cup of coffee came to be sipped at.
Light blue eyes came to look around the coffee shop and out the window for a moment before he scuffed. "Fucking shit hole." Is all he said to himself.