McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

[drinks_coffeezilla]

You would think that with the heat the way it was, outside was the last place Dean would ever think to be. Especially not surrounded by reflective metals and black rubber tires. (The tires had reappeared sometime over the course of the week. Dean suspected strongly at this point that the junk yard just kind of re-filled itself based on whatever whims it had, day by day.)

Either way, if you thought that he was going to be inside out of this heat, you'd be wrong. He'd pulled out his lawn chair, grabbed a newspaper, pulled on his shades, and he was reading quite happily, having found a patch of shade that was just the right size, underneath the half-constructed armature for his Alot of Tires sculpture.

All he had to do was be here today. And if being here meant that he could kick back and drink ungodly amounts of iced coffee, then so be it.

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Re: Talk to Dean!

[drinks_coffeezilla]

"Yeah. Guy, Samus and I are just a few streets over, on Chimera Court," Dean confirmed. "The only house down that street, actually. Next door to the little French cafe and the community center. And you? Staying at the hotel, or did you find some housemates in town?"

Re: Talk to Dean!

[not_a_whiner]

"Got an invite to a place at 33 Apocalypse," Kaidan said. "It's nice. And cheaper than the hotel, which is what the Alliance likes to hear. I've only met one of the other tenants, but he's good people."

Re: Talk to Dean!

[drinks_coffeezilla]

"Oh, yeah? Maybe I've met him," Dean mused, raising his mug as he passed Kaidan's back to him. "I walk down that street pretty often on my way to the Perk, and you're actually pretty much around the corner from me."

Clearly, this called for some kind of block party or something. One fuelled by coffee and food.