The Perk, Thursday morning

[what_the_shock]

Miguel looked around warily as he approached the barista, as if something might be lurking. Then he eyed her. "Your coffee isn't green today, is it?"

After being assured that it wasn't (unless he wanted a matcha latte? no he did not), he got a large cappuccino (hey, variety!) and a cinnamon roll and sat down to enjoy them.

With his back to the wall.

And no, he was not wearing green. His shirt was, in fact, red. (He'd debated orange, but decided he wasn't quite that committed.)

Look, when your name was O'Hara, you kind of grew up hating the holiday even if you didn't hate the man who gave it to you. Or maybe that was just him and too many pranks when he'd been in school.



[Open Perk! This is what you get when I realize I've got an O'Hara in the game. Chag Purim sameach!]

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[grenadesandohana]

McGarrett, on the other hand, leaned the hell into St. Patrick's Day. He came in from his run in his "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" shirt and gave the barista a wink. "Top o' the morning. Two black coffees, please."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was not going to give him a Look. Much.

He was going to sigh, though, and bury his face in his coffee.

[grenadesandohana]

"Happy St. Patrick's Day," Steve said sunnily as he left.

[what_the_shock]

"Yeah, yeah." Miguel rolled his eyes. "Just wait till there's an invasion of leprechauns one year!"