Han Solo (dice) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-10-24 17:32:00 |
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Being on a normal diurnal rhythm had never been Han's strong suit. Spending so much time in space meant that you slept in shifts with your copilot - there wasn't a set schedule because no matter where you were going, you'd always be on the wrong day/night cycle somewhere in the galaxy, so Han quickly gave up. However, he had a job here in Atlantis and while he wasn't usually one for the straight-and-narrow, he wanted the money the job earned and frankly, he enjoyed it - to an extent. Being a team leader never came naturally to him but he didn't have to necessarily do it by the book, so to speak.
That being said, his daily routine ran on coffee. A lot of it. "Uh, large pumpkin spiced latte to go," sue him, he liked flavour. "Two extra shots. Please," he added, grabbing the takeout cup when it appeared on the bench, turning and walking smack bang into somebody with a shock of orange hair. "Fuck- watch where you're going," he grunted irritably, having lost half of his (boiling hot) latte down his shirt and down hers. "Not burned, are you?" |