Who: Adam Malloy and Jason Kent What: Adam's a little wet. Jace is just being helpful. Where: The Agency, London When: Monday, January 18, right after closing time. Warnings: Adam's losing his shirt, and... you do know Jace, right? Mature.
It wasn't like Adam had thought about any consequences, at all, before he'd dumped Billie. It had been kind of spur of the moment, and there'd been literal dumping (of her over his shoulder after she jumped him) involved, there hadn't actually been time to think about that kind of thing. When he had, it was mostly about how she was going to kill him with lightning. He didn't think about the parts of her being the god of the sky that were less dangerous, and more... annoying. Like the fried electronics. Like the rain.
Maybe the rain wasn't as serious as getting hit by lightning, or losing his laptop because she'd hit it with a jolt, but she did it more often, and the truth was, Adam didn't have enough clothes to change into something dry every time he had to go outside and risk getting drenched. Sometimes she'd forget about it, but getting hit by a freak rainstorm that was localized only on him every time he gave her the opportunity was still pretty common. He'd started stashing clothes around the Agency, with different people so she didn't find some way to sneak in and ruin all of them, somehow. It had been working pretty well for him, most of the time, but there were always going to be exceptions. There were always exceptions, to anything, and Adam's plans seemed to have more of them than most things. Maybe that was pessimistic. Maybe he just noticed the times things didn't work out more when it was his own doing than when it was someone else's, but the truth was, Adam had pretty much given up on any of his great ideas working out all the time. That was why he'd had a few backups for this one.
Connor was out, either doing something for X-Factor or actually out of there on time for the day, so Adam couldn't get the extra clothes he'd left with him. Colin was off on his honeymoon, so Adam couldn't get to the extra clothes he'd stashed in his office. He had already used the extra clothes he'd left under Q's watchful eye in R&D, so even if Q was still there, which he probably was, it wouldn't do Adam any good. And... that was about it. He'd assumed that three sets of extras should be enough to get him through a day. It would have been enough, if he'd thought about leaving one of them with someone else while Colin was out of the office, or if he'd gotten back before the Agency was technically closed for business for the night, not that it ever really closed. The number of people there just dropped, after normal working hours.
The cream colored henley he had on with a pair of khakis wasn't exactly tight, most of the time. If it had been dry, it would have even been baggy enough to disguise the kind of muscle that you didn't expect from an IT guy. Drenched, Adam's shirt clung to every curve of muscle on his torso. The light color made it practically see through, only the cotton wifebeater he wore under it giving him any extra protection... but it was white, too, and just as soaked, so that wasn't much. The khakis hadn't fared much better, but they were at least thick enough that you couldn't see everything through them, no matter how much they clung. He dripped as he stormed down the hall, the look on his face just as stormy as the cloud that had followed him from the moment he'd stepped outside the doors of the Agency until the time he got back in them. The rain had flattened his hair, too, but he'd managed to wipe most of it off his face. His shoes squelched with every step. You could say he looked a little like a wet cat, but first you'd have to think really hard about whether or not you wanted to risk pissing him off even more by pointing it out.