The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

It was a quiet week back home-- or rather, all the jobs that had to be done were diplomacy jobs, and for some reason, Mical kept those from him. Couldn't figure out why. (Same went for Mira, actually, so it wasn't like Atton was going to take it personally.)

Anyway, that left him with too much spare time. There was only so much he could do in his apartment: sleep, eat pizza, watch terrible holos...

...okay, that actually did keep him busy for a while.

In fact, he was decidedly squinty-eyed as he showed up to the Perk and bought himself a ridiculously strong coffee. "For class," he'd explained, in as much as that was an explanation.

Now he was sitting down, cradling that coffee like it was an Important Artifact, glaring at The Outside in general like it had done something to his mother. Whatever. Life.

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick's time on the island was rapidly dwindling. He had a place to go when it ended, though, and things to look toward. Still, he felt a little sad that he'd be leaving.

Maybe that was what had him about more than usual. He stopped into the Perk during his walk around town, getting out of the heat and looking for something iced to drink.

Iced coffee was an abomination but he ordered one anyway before glancing over at Atton. "You look great, man."

It was as good a greeting as any.

[suitably_heroic]

"Thanks, but you're a student," Atton said dryly.

He took a sip of his coffee. "Did you just let them put cold coffee in your cup? Now that's disgusting."

[flickofthewrist]

"Shows what you know, I haven't been a student for a few months," Flick told him, leaning against the counter. "And yeah, I did. It's hot out. I'm hot. I want something cold so this is what I went with. It's not the worst thing I've ever put in my body."

[suitably_heroic]

"I slept through Graduation," Atton said, though that wasn't technically true. "Can you blame me? Anyway, I think the appropriate response to that is 'that's what she said'."

[flickofthewrist]

"Hey, I would have slept through graduation too if my mom hadn't been there," he agreed, shrugging. "But yes, that is the appropriate response. I don't know how you can drink something hot when it's like the surface of the sun outside."

Maybe not quite that bad.

[suitably_heroic]

"I dunno," Atton said, "I run from air conditioning unit to air conditioning unit, and ignore the parts in between. Got to get some advantages out of these superpowers I've got."

[flickofthewrist]

"The superpower of being able to run fast?" Flick asked.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yep," Atton said, after a moment of thinking about whether he wanted to bother to share about the rest of them with someone who didn't know Jedi. "Even gets me a nice breeze."

[flickofthewrist]

"There's a breeze?" He shook his head. "It's just hot death out there. You run, any breeze you get is equivalent to a wet towel on your face."

But.

"Maybe you're more tolerant of that than I am. Me, I'll drink a gross iced coffee with whipped cream."

[suitably_heroic]

"I spent all of today in my apartment, which has a/c," Atton clarified. "If things really start sticking because your planet is a terrible death trap right now, I still have my ship. Beats gross iced coffee any day."

[flickofthewrist]

"Have you even tried iced coffee?" Flick asked. "Or are you just being presumptuous right now?"

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm not the one who called it 'gross'," Atton pointed out.

[flickofthewrist]

"But, I've tried it so can say that." It made a certain sort of sense. "No assumptions on my part. Just pure facts."

It was gross. Coffee needed to be hot but not today.

[electrocynic]

Sarah supposed she should have gone to her office today. But she didn't want to. The only reason she was even out and about was that she'd run out of coffee at home.

You enjoy that vague grunt of a greeting now, Atton, before she heade to the counter to make her order.

[suitably_heroic]

"And good afternoon to you, too," Atton called after her.

Sarcastically.

[electrocynic]

"Is that what this is?" Sarah called back without bothering to look over her shoulder. She had a pastry to select. "Thought it was the morning."

Living the adult life, yes.

[suitably_heroic]

"Definitely afternoon," Atton called after her. "You can tell by the sunburns you probably did up just coming here."

[electrocynic]

"Ugh." She paid for her coffee, and a muffin the size of her fist. "America."

That about summed it up in her mind, really.

[suitably_heroic]

"What's America got to do with it?"

Atton was not polite enough to go up to her to have this conversation.

[electrocynic]

That was okay. Sarah, for her part, was not polite enough to ask or wait for permission before slouching in the seat opposite him, after bringing her coffee and muffin over.

"Because it's clearly inferior to England. And England's bloody awful, so that's saying something."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm trying to decide whether I'm interested enough in listening to you complain to ask," Atton said, after a beat. "I'm not from this planet."

[electrocynic]

"You're not," she told him. There, solved that for ya, Atton. "Point is, England's generally not hot as balls, unlike summer in this bumhole of a place. That's all."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton glanced towards the door. "Yeah, outside is not a great place right now," he said. "How cold's it in England this time of year?"

Look, on Alderaan, there'd be snow. Never mind the season.

[electrocynic]

"Colder than this."

Was that informative? She didn't care. She just scowled out the window.

"Most of the time, anyway."

[suitably_heroic]

"Informative," Atton said, because he was that guy.

He took a sip of his coffee. "Soooo you're going to be bitching all day."