The Perk, Friday afternoon
Friday, October 18th, 2019 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Octavia wasn't kidding about how quiet the town was without the students and teachers who were on the school trip. Duke had thought he'd enjoy that, but it quickly became eerie, and by Friday afternoon, he was getting a little twitchy, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The baristas had managed to pumpkin-spice bomb his order again, but Duke didn't complain. Sitting in front of the Perk drinking the wrong coffee and watching the empty streets was still better than sitting on his boat, drinking through his alcohol stash, and trying not to remap exactly how the fight had gone for the umpteenth time. . . .
[I'm bored and today is taking FOREVER. Open!
Content note: references to domestic violence in the Jack thread]
The baristas had managed to pumpkin-spice bomb his order again, but Duke didn't complain. Sitting in front of the Perk drinking the wrong coffee and watching the empty streets was still better than sitting on his boat, drinking through his alcohol stash, and trying not to remap exactly how the fight had gone for the umpteenth time. . . .
[I'm bored and today is taking FOREVER. Open!
Content note: references to domestic violence in the Jack thread]