J,GOB | Saturday Afternoon

[begmetwice]

Irene was not hungover. How dare the narrative even insinuate such a thing? Just because last night had been something of a late night, and just because she had needed to dip into her very finest under-eye creams, and just because she had resisted the urge to wear her sunglasses right into the bakery. (But doing such a thing would have absolutely told everyone she was hungover, which, you know, she clearly wasn't.)

She was ensconced cozily in a sleek black turtleneck and tucked into a corner with her coffee, a croissant and her phone. And even if she was certainly thinking some dreadfully 'I'm not as young as I used to be'-tinged thoughts, she was still in a great mood. Last night had been fun.

Even if, yes, she was also discreetly pouring out some ibuprofen to go with her coffee and pastry this morning. Afternoon. (That was a bit of a tell, too, wasn't it?)

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[alwaysonguard]

Dwight couldn't deny that last night had actually be a lot of fun, despite his reservations and concerns early on. And while he was no stranger to late nights and little sleep and he was certainly no lightweight when it came to alcohol, last night had been a bit more than he had anticipated.

So the morning run was skipped that day in favor of an extra hour or so being lazy in bed before finally accepting the fact he was not going to get back to sleep. And horror of horrors, he had run out of coffee and forgotten to buy more. So there he was, walking into J,GOB, pulling off the sunglasses he had worn on the walk over with a slight wince as he walked in.

Giving Irene a wave and a smile he got his extra-large-grandee whatever it was and a sugary pastry and made his way over.

"Mind if I join you?"

[begmetwice]

"By all means," Irene said, mustering a smile as she gestured to the other chair. "Headache?"

She discreetly gave her little bottle of ibuprofen a shake, sympathetic.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave a slight nod and he slipped the sunglasses into his shirt pocket and sat down.

"Already medicated up before I left the apartment," he said with a slight grin. "And this" he added, holding up the oversized cup "should hopefully help with the rest of it."

[begmetwice]

"I," Irene confessed, dropping her voice to a confidential whisper, "am discovering I can't actually party like a grad student anymore."

Tell no one, Dwight. It was clearly a secret.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave a serious nod and leaned close to whisper "Your secret is safe with me." Dwight even gave a little wink. "To be honest that makes two of us. Im not the party animal I was when I was in the military. Guess I'm getting old." Not that he's implying you are old, Irene... that's clearly not the case!

[begmetwice]

Well, Irene at least felt pretty ancient at the moment. "Probably for the best. Last night was a bit much to do often, anyway."

The drinking, yes, but also the...all of it. Excessive in the best way.

[alwaysonguard]

"Yeah the excess gets a bit after a while. Especially when you don't get exposed to it often."

And when you slept on a glorified military cot most of the time and had all of 4 pieces of furniture in your entire apartment....that probably did something too.

[begmetwice]

"Once upon a time it was my very favorite thing," Irene shared with a little smile before taking a sip of her coffee. "A lifetime ago, practically. But really the thing to take away, I think, is that drinking games just aren't as much fun after the age of thirty or so, are they?"

Even if, again, it had been the most fun she'd had in ages. And she'd gotten to see pictures of hilarious hair and kittycats and the Margolem.

[alwaysonguard]

"I think its safe to say most things stop being as fun after 30" Dwight offered with a slightly pained expression. "But it was nice to be social for once, however exhausting it was. Got to spend time with good friends. So yeah not a bad way to spend the night" he added with a grin.