Who: D'Artagnan and Porthos What: A chance meeting When: 3/13, some time after work Where: A coffee shop Warnings/Rating: Maybe PG-13 for some swearing on Porthos's part.
It isn't that late in the day, thankfully, when Porthos finishes what feels like a mountain of paperwork and is allowed to go home. But first, he needs to refuel before he can carry on with his evening. So he stops by the coffee shop on his route home to see what new concoctions they might have. Maybe something sweet, he hasn't decided yet.
Then he sees someone he thinks he recognizes and waves his arm enthusiastically. "D'Artagnan!" he shouts across the cafe, drawing a few looks. "I think that's you. Is it? If it's not, my apologies and I'll buy you your drink to make up for shouting at you."