Who: Mikey and Xavier What: Free continental breakfast When: Tuesday morning Where: Econo Lodge Status: In progress.
Most mornings passed in a blur for Mikey. Until about 2 PM, nothing really stuck, which had probably been a bad thing during school. She could vaguely remember homeroom some days and hearing Julie from 2nd period French telling her the latest gossip from her teen years, but that was about it. It really was no wonder that she couldn't speak a lick of French to this day. Well, except Bonjour... but did that mean hello? Or goodbye? Or both...?
"Too early," she mumbled as she stumbled down the corridor toward something that smelled vaguely of coffee. Probably badly brewed coffee, but unless she read the brochure wrong, it was free, and free coffee always tasted good. Her red and white striped socks drug across the floor with every step toward the lounge area, reminding her that she had forgotten to put on her shoes before leaving her hotel room. She blinked through blurry vision for a moment and reached into her grey sweater, a little panicky, before sighing in relief. She may have forgotten her shoes, but her key card was at least on her.
"Coffee, coffee, coffee," she murmured as she made a beeline toward the pot of coffee, passing a figure that she may have described as mysterious and looming had she been more awake to think of such adjectives. She ignored the assortment of pastries and dough mix for the waffle machine as she grabbed a mug and proceeded to pour the black sludge into her cup. Though her mother had always tried to feed her Barry's tea for breakfast, the first time she had gotten her hands on this overly bitter concoction, she had fallen in love. It was like legal crack.
She brought the mug to her lips and gave a sigh of contentment, even as she noted that whoever made the coffee put probably 2 too many scoops of grounds into the pot. Ah well. It still did its job. Mikey turned away from the counter and noted the other figure once more. Still too tired to add the words "mysterious" or "looming" or "dark" to his description, she raised the mug toward him instead.
"Mm, tar," she said in way of a toast before taking another sip.