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[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Half my mistakes...came before coffee.

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[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

Then you need to make friends with someone who keeps a stash.

[Isadore twinkles at Monty--she may be the lower number, but her ways have given her the upper hand here: the inability to face Portland mornings during college without coffee carried, and she had a supply of French Roast hidden away.]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[The good lord spare him from morning people. At least this morning people has coffee and not tea.]

Darlin' you're an angel, and I'll be suitably grateful once I have caffeine inside me. But for the love of God, do you gotta be so cheerful this time of morning?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I've got half a pot left in my room--just needs warmed up. Besides, you know the cheer's a mask.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Lead the way. Don't care if it's hot. [He follows after her.]

Secret about smiles. You wear one long enough and you start to feel it. Government paid some scientists to research that.

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Is it really that important? ((She's only teasing - after all, she's the one standing in front of a coffeemaker and thrusting her own mug into his hands.)) Here. I'll make myself another.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Knew there was a reason I liked you, Little Bit.

[Monty accepts the mug and stares at it blearily. Drink. Gotta drink, Monty. No absorbing caffeine through inhaling.]

Can you believe there's not a drop of coffee to be had at the Club House?

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

That and my stunning charm, I know. ((She gives him a bright smile, then goes back to making another cup of coffee.))

Unfortunately, I can. Everyone here seems to think tea has enough caffeine to sufficiently wake one up. Obviously, they've never been through four years of high school.

[heartshy.livejournal.com]

[What? Well...

She looks around the Club kitchen, and starts to dig around for coffee cups. It can't be so different from the Hearts, right?]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

So...tired.

[He should be doing this, not Jinx. She's the guest. But he can't seem to move without caffeine firing his synapses, so he just watches her a little blearily (and gratefully).]

[heartshy.livejournal.com]

[She nods sympathetically, before carefully setting a cup down in front of him.

Coffee coffee coffee... We'll there's a maker. And a tin of coffee! She can make it, then. Full pot, she thinks.]

[upcardjack.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. [Yes, the Jack is... smiling.]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[Monty suppresses a groan.] There are way too many morning people in this Deck.

[He measures coffee into the filter.] Join me for a cup?

[upcardjack.livejournal.com]

[Lance himself generally needs a cup before he feels on the right side of the world. He slides into a seat at the counter in the kitchen.] Yes, thank you.

Long night?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

Then you need to make friends with someone who keeps a stash.

[Isadore twinkles at Monty--she may be the lower number, but her ways have given her the upper hand here: the inability to face Portland mornings during college without coffee carried, and she had a supply of French Roast hidden away.]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[The good lord spare him from morning people. At least this morning people has coffee and not tea.]

Darlin' you're an angel, and I'll be suitably grateful once I have caffeine inside me. But for the love of God, do you gotta be so cheerful this time of morning?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I've got half a pot left in my room--just needs warmed up. Besides, you know the cheer's a mask.

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Is it really that important? ((She's only teasing - after all, she's the one standing in front of a coffeemaker and thrusting her own mug into his hands.)) Here. I'll make myself another.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Knew there was a reason I liked you, Little Bit.

[Monty accepts the mug and stares at it blearily. Drink. Gotta drink, Monty. No absorbing caffeine through inhaling.]

Can you believe there's not a drop of coffee to be had at the Club House?

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

That and my stunning charm, I know. ((She gives him a bright smile, then goes back to making another cup of coffee.))

Unfortunately, I can. Everyone here seems to think tea has enough caffeine to sufficiently wake one up. Obviously, they've never been through four years of high school.

[heartshy.livejournal.com]

[What? Well...

She looks around the Club kitchen, and starts to dig around for coffee cups. It can't be so different from the Hearts, right?]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

So...tired.

[He should be doing this, not Jinx. She's the guest. But he can't seem to move without caffeine firing his synapses, so he just watches her a little blearily (and gratefully).]

[heartshy.livejournal.com]

[She nods sympathetically, before carefully setting a cup down in front of him.

Coffee coffee coffee... We'll there's a maker. And a tin of coffee! She can make it, then. Full pot, she thinks.]

[upcardjack.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. [Yes, the Jack is... smiling.]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[Monty suppresses a groan.] There are way too many morning people in this Deck.

[He measures coffee into the filter.] Join me for a cup?

[upcardjack.livejournal.com]

[Lance himself generally needs a cup before he feels on the right side of the world. He slides into a seat at the counter in the kitchen.] Yes, thank you.

Long night?