The Perk - Saturday

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson woke feeling a bit blah. Nothing he could specifically put his finger on, he and Phale had enjoyed a night of pool and giving each other a hard not!dirty time about domestic chores. There had been a lot of laughing.

But this morning...Wilson felt kinda 'meh' so when Phale mentioned something about grading papers, Wilson kicked around the apartment, then packed up his own briefcase and headed down to the Perk for some coffee. Maybe a good triple strong latte would help.

And a muffin...cause muffins helped everything.

It took a couple of trips to get his quad latte and his muffin, since he was still struggling with things one handed but in short order he settled down in a chair with his extra tall caffiene concoction, muffin and some papers of his own to grade.

For some reason, he felt the need to sing John Denver's, "Leaving, On a Jet Plane" under his breath.

[ooc: Feel free to poke Wilson, he's not waiting for anyone particular I'm headed out for a bit will be back this evening Back! or use for your own caffiene needs!]

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[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"Your bags better not be packed and ready to go." Abby dumped several muffins and a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. "You've spoiled me with food and I will starve to death if you leave."

"Plus it will make me sad and I know how to kill people who make me sad and leave no forensic evidence."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Shaken out of his mellow to meh state by Abby's cheerful voice, Wilson looked up and couldn't help but smile at Abby.

"Hey there, Abby! How are you doing?"

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"I'll be doing better once I have three things. An explanation for why you're wearing a sling, a reason for the singing of John Denver, and Caff-Pow." Abby slipped the lid off her coffee, dumped the contents in a nearby trashcan and took a bottle of Caff-Pow out of her bag. Looking around sneakily, she poured it's contents into the coffee cup and after a moments thought transferred the bright red straw as well. "Okay, that's one thing down. Your turn!"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

For some reason the sight of good coffee being tossed away made him want to cry...

Or sing more John Denver.

Giving his head a shake, Wilson wondered about this and quickly focused himself on Abby's question.

"Oh, ah. Demon attack." He said, pointing at the shoulder. "And...I don't rightly know about the Denver. Just seemed to be thinking about his songs today for some reason. Well, not all his songs, just some of them."

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"I'm a little...too normal to understand. Which, believe me, is a weird feeling." Abby blinked. "Demons attacked your shoulder? Were they the itty bitty ones that sit on your shoulder and tell you to steal candy?"

"I've got an iPod full of Screaming Death's new album if you need help getting away from the Denver." Abby shivered.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Err...more the type with large battle axes who like to put a pike axe hook through your shoulder and dangling you in the air." Wilson tried to elaborate without sounding like the 'VOICE' of doom.

Doom...sigh...doomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoom.

Wilson facepalmed.

"Guh. Huh? Oh, uh...'Screaming Death' ehhh...got any new Tool?"

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"That's horrible!" Abby flailed and stood up. "Where can I hug you that I'm not going to hurt you?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Err..." Now that was a good question. "Just sort hug on the left side and we're good." He suggested, because he would never turn down a hug.

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Abby inched over to Wilson's left side and then attempted to hug the stuffing out of that side. "I'm very glad you're okay!"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel wandered into the Perk for some caffeine goodness. He was feeling rather blah as well, recent events and the tarot reading yesterday weighing heavily on him. To say it hadn't been a good week was an understatement.

He caught sight of Wilson and raised his hand in greeting. "Hey, Dr. Wilson," he said.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson hadn't seen Bel since Tuesday, though he'd heard from Phale that the young man had been in class and seemed to be, physically, all right.

"Morning, Bel." Wilson waved him over, and smiled. "It's good to see you."

[demonbelthazor]

"How are you doing?" Bel asked, looking Wilson over and taking in his sling.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Making a bit of a rueful face, Wilson gave a shrug with his good shoulder.

"Hurts, though the drugs are kinda nice let me tell you. The resident who did the work that night was too sleep sodden to tell one end of her needle from the other but Dr. Troy fixed everything up right, now it's just a case of knitting and stark reminders of why I like having two working hands." He said the last with a hint of wryness.

"How have you been feeling?" He asked, concern in his dark eyes.

[demonbelthazor]

"Okay," Bel lied with a shrug of his own. "Just been going to class and stuff. Nothing special. Phoebe's hopefully gonna be back on Monday."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Not entirely convinced by that 'okay' Wilson nudged a chocolate chip muffin towards Bel.

"Is she going to be ready to be back?" He asked, having learned about the mugging the night before from Aziraphale.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel accepted the muffin and picked at it, pulling a chocolate chip out and idly popping it in his mouth. "Yeah, I think so," he said. "She'd be back now but her grandmother wants to keep an eye on her."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Being around family can help but it'll be good for her to get back to you." He said with total conviction, picking up his coffee and taking a sip, looking at Bel thoughtfully over the rim.

"Things were pretty chaotic and I realized that I never got a chance to properly thank you, Belthazor. Thank you. For helping him and for saving my life. I should have told you earlier."

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan had woken up feeling rather... down. Yes. That was the phrase. Which she knew was perfectly normal. Everyone had down days. The blues. The blahs.

SIGH.

Her life... sucked.

Hmm. Yes. That phrase fit. Never mind that there were clues to Narnia, and her brother was here, and actually this semester had been going well. Her life sucked.

Right. This was ridiculous.

She headed to the Perk for some tea. Tea made everything better.

Except it didn't. She still had the blues. Not the urge to sing them, but...sigh.

She took a seat near the window, feeling small and pitiful and alone in the world. *sniffle*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

And it probably did not help to have Wilson sitting off to the side, quietly singing John Denver's "Take me home, Country roads"?

Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

SIGH. Susan caught herself humming along before she knew what she was doing. Valiantly, she tried to push aside the mournfulness. "Good morning, James. How are you?"

Please don't tell me your problems, please don't tell me your problems, please don't....

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up with a blink and the sudden realization that he'd been singing...again.

Gah!!

"Hey there, Susan. I'm..." omgmylifeissowoemyboyfriendhasebilenemieswhowanttoskinmeandusemyfleshtpatchupthebuttsintheirdemonpantsandstudentshatemeandIthinkIgainedapoundandomgmiddleagespreadandtherewasanewgrayhairinthemirrorthismorningandpeoplekeepthrowingoutcoffeandwwoooooeeee!! "...good. How about yourself?"

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"Oh, oh. Can't complain." She turned her teacup around and around. Then she turned it in the other direction. It looked wrong. Even her teacup made her sad. "A little... down. But it's a beautiful day!" She tried to paste a smile on her face.

SIGH.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked out at the overcast day, the streets damp and oily looking from what seemed to be an apathetic rain shower.

Great, now I'm applying attributes to rain.

"Ah, yes... gorgeous day." He agreed with a bright grin.

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan sighed mournfully, nodding. "Just pretty." She turned her teacup again, then gave up and drank out of it. The tea was bitter, bitter, sad. Lonely tea.

She sniffled, then dabbed at her eyes with her napkin, hoping James didn't notice. "Where is Azriphale? Is he sleeping in?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"He's emoinggrading papers in his study." Wilson said in a wistful tone.

No angel here to help him carry the muffins and the coffee and his briefcase and that was of the woe.

"How is your school year going?"