The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon (3/7)

[hasaknightjob]

Even after hitting the gym Marc was still on autopilot mode. There was stuff he needed to handle, and he needed to grab some food.

Figuring he may as well multitask, he stopped by the Perk to grab a coffee and the finest turkey sandwich a coffee shop had to offer (possibly while thinking fond thoughts of that pastrami he'd had back in 1910 New York).

Marc then posted up at a table by the window and started getting caught up on his emails and the like.

Yes, he was still ignoring a certain set of text messages. What of it?

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[pocketpretzels]

Watts had a baking project on the books- well, a couple of projects, really. But one in particular that he needed to pick up a few things for, hence heading into town.

Though first, a stop for a fancy coffee and a bagel.

"Afternoon, Marc." Don't mind Watts just inviting himself to spin down into a seat at your table.

[hasaknightjob]

Hey, it was an excuse not to look at his text messages. "Watts. How's the hangover?"

Marc? Still smug about how it'd been Steven with morning after regrets and not him.

[pocketpretzels]

“Faded enough that I can face the world outside my bedroom,” Watts said.

[hasaknightjob]

"Water," Marc reminded him. Because he didn't actually make it a plan to avoid his own hangovers by giving the body to Steven. Not the least of which was because if Marc was getting that drunk it was because he couldn't give the body to Steven to deal with whatever was inspiring the need.

[stykera]

Stark had nowhere to be until the evening for his class with Summer (and he had no idea what was coming there). So the Perk seemed like a good place to go for a while. He could always use an excessively sweet coffee drink.

"Hello Marc."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't against a distraction. "Stark. How's it going?"

[stykera]

Stark could be distracting!

"Fine," Stark said. "Things are fine. How are you?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shrugged a single shoulder, chatty boy that he was. "That a real fine or faking it?"

Marc, you hypocrite.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had done a whole lot of . . . not being anywhere in public, over the last several months. He didn't have much of an excuse for it other than "brains were dumb" and the desire to avoid people asking where he'd been had further delayed him going out into town for much more than the occasional handwaved tattoo appointment or paperwork at the diner.

But he hadn't missed the concern on his partners' faces. And he wasn't interested in becoming a weird shut in when he wasn't actually at sea. So today he was actually here, out in public, where other people were!

Ordering coffee in a low voice with the brim of his "deus ex machina" hat pulled down not-quite-over his eyes and wondering when existing in the presence of other people started making him so tired.

[pocketpretzels]

Curious. An unfamiliar face, which normally meant someone new in town.

But although there was an air of discomfort about the other man, he didn’t seem to be acting as if his surroundings were in any way new or unfamiliar.

“Hello there.”

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nudged the brim of his hat with this thumb without actually moving it at all. "Hey," he said. He didn't recognize this guy, but by this point that probably included half the population of the island. "How's it going?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts’s own hat was currently dangling off the back of his chair, but he wasn’t going to judge someone else for wearing a hat indoors.

“I’ve had worse mor-“ no, it wasn’t morning anymore, was it? “Afternoons. You?”

[hasaknightjob]

Was it birth? Marc could put a good vote on birth in his own case.

"Hey," he said, because he could respect the idea of someone feeling like life was a bad idea.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke used to like people, once upon a time!

He glanced over and nodded. Another stranger. Again, not really a surprise. He really needed to get out more.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[hasaknightjob]

Amateur mistake, Duke. Never like people. It was a method that was working great for Marc. Just look at his entire life!

"Hey," Marc said. Steven knew Duke at least. He'd been one of the first people he'd met in town. Duke had been nice to Steven so that earned Duke points with Marc. "You run the diner, right? I've heard about you."

Heard about. Saw through Steven's memories. Six of one, half dozen of the other.

[stykera]

Seeing Duke out was unusual these days but not enough to get any odd reactions out of Stark. Just a nod and a quiet "hello, Duke" that could be ignored if the other man so chose.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke glanced over, relaxing faintly to see someone he actually recognized in here. Nice to see the whole population hadn't turned over while he'd been . . . hibernating felt like a nice vaguely neutral term for it.

"Hey Stark. How you been?"

[stykera]

"I've been well," Stark said. "Things have been fairly good, for me, recently. How are you? I haven't seen you, or had the squirrels tell me what you've been doing, for some time."

[unusual_sith]

"Afternoon, Marc." Lana waved at him as she headed up to get her coffee. "How have you been?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a nod of greeting. "Out of town. You?"

[unusual_sith]

"The same, for a week there. Indonesia was lovely. And warm. I understand Steven and his detective had a bit of an adventure."

[hasaknightjob]

"Back in Toronto," Marc confirmed. "We ended up dealing with a murder. And Watts's ex."

Full on we there, since Marc had helped as well. Not as much as he'd offered since Steven had his thing about no killing. But you can't say Marc hadn't attempted to do his best.

[pocketpretzels]

"Miss Beniko," Watts greeted. "Afternoon."

[unusual_sith]

"Detective Watts." Lana nodded. "How's your wound?" He didn't seem too terribly off, but that could always be deceptive.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts couldn't help but glance down at his suit jacket sleeve, at the patch he'd sewn atop the bullet hole.

"Healed, mostly," he offered. "It really wasn't that bad of an injury, as these things go." It still tended to ache if he overexerted with the arm or slept on it, but he was doing his best to avoid those things, so.