fandomtownies | The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

Okay, 4PM on a weekday afternoon was probably not the best time to be chugging coffee, but Atton had to drink something while having this discussion, and it wasn't going to be alcoholic. So screw it: he was sitting down at a table at the Perk, a large mug of incredibly sugary coffee in one hand and his comlink in the other.

"I'm serious, Mical," he said. "We have been through this a thousand times already. You are not going to stop this cartel just by thinking very frowny Force thoughts in their general-- no, I know. Yes, I know. Yes, I know you are a complete pretentious stoopa about this-- look, I don't have to be back to teaching until Monday, you know what, I'm coming over-- no, you don't have anything to say about--"

He slammed back a large gulp of the coffee. Bad idea.

"Space!" Beat. "No, that wasn't aimed at you. ... Yeah, now I'm tempted to say it again, and now it is aimed at--"

The conversation continued in this vein for another ten minutes, at which point Atton just hung up on Mical and he was left drinking his cold coffee. Angrily.

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