Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

It was Dominion Day, and Watts was working. Not that he seemed particularly bothered by the situation: on the contrary, throughout his career he was usually the one who volunteered for the holiday shift, having no family or friends to speak of to spend it with. On top of that, he was in a completely different country, whose holiday was on the other side of the weekend. And on top of that, there was a certain conversation he'd had yesterday that had gone exceptionally well, and so yes. Good mood. Great mood even.

Also, "working" was a bit of a relative term. One other thing he'd handwavily done yesterday was finally acquire a mobile phone. And promptly discover the joy of streaming music.

Though not, it should be noted, headphones. Ooops.