The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was sleeping on the desk. Quite thoroughly. Even the dog was participating in the snore fest.

He did, however, have a bowl of doughnuts sitting comfortably beside his head, like some kind of metaphorical pillow. Except beside his head. And made of pastry.

It was going to be one of those days.

[ no ocd today, for i am lazy. OPEN! ]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was promised doughnuts. Turtle was totally there. And so was Jeff, but he was clearly sleeping. This had to be remedied.

Turtle went outside the hotel for a moment, returning shortly with a stick in her hand. She came around behind the desk (she was certain Mary wouldn't mind her being there) and then placidly started lightly poking at the back of Jeff's shoulder with it. Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke...

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

She really shouldn't be surprised that, moments later, Jeff jerked away with a loud battlecry ("I'm sorry, mother!") and neatly knocked the bowl off the desk, where it impacted on the floor sheer inches from Nana's head.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

No, Turtle couldn't exactly say she was surprised at all by that, but took a moment to widen her eyes at the near-miss to Nana's head before commenting, "You shouldn't be sleeping at work, Jeff."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"There was a thing," Jeff said, helplessly.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"What kind of thing?" Turtle asked, tilting her head. "This time?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Er..." Jeff appeared to be squirming in place. "...A person. Thing. A person thing."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"What kind of person?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Magazine," Jeff mumbled, and now he was not so much squirming as sinking. "Magazine. Person. Thing."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was feeling like perhaps she shouldn't ask, but, there she was, asking anyway.

"What kind of magazines?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Beachview." Literally sinking behind the desk. "Magazine. Person--"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, which beachview?"

She was starting to notice a certain trend in this progression.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff opened his mouth. Then closed it again.

He disappeared behind the desk. "...Thing."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle looked at Jeff for a moment.

"Well, that was a nice, productive use of my time," she commented, and then went over to lean on the desk and look over toward where he was disappearing. "Should I let you go back to sleep?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Sitting on his haunches on the floor, Jeff squirmed. "Might be a good idea," he offered.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle moved again until she was crouched down next to Jeff so that she could at the very least lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Do I get to take doughnuts with me, then?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

There was a moment's pause, followed by a slow, meticulous nodding. "...Yeah."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

The pause had her a little worried. "You okay, Jeff?" Turtle asked.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," he answered, a little on the quick side, "I just suffered some mind slippage."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"You gotta be more careful with that, Jeff," Turtle told him, frowning a little bit, but, after giving him a good look over, figured that it wasn't probably anything too serious, or, at the least, it was something she was probably better off not knowing. "Okay, then," she said, leaning forward for a kiss on his forehead this time before standing up, "I'll let you get back to sleep. I won't tell Mary if I see her that you are or were."