Damn it Reno!

Elena glanced up from her coffee to stare at you, her face painted with a disappointed frown.

“… What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have better things to do than bother me at my own workplace?”

She scoffed before rolling her eyes and having a small sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, you look real busy there, Laney, playin’ Candy Crush.”  Reno grinned, and tipped back his mug of coffee.

The faint smell of brewed coffee wafts down the corridor, drawing Reno in.  He wrinkled his nose as he detects something unpleasant along with the note of coffee.

“Ey, Ciss.  It smells like coffee and old ass in here.  What gives?”

It must be done

Someone has to finish off this canister of stale coffee 

The faint smell of brewed coffee wafts down the corridor, drawing Reno in.  He wrinkled his nose as he detects something unpleasant along with the note of coffee.

Well. At least Rufus was spared from a bag of the brown stuff on his desk next to Reno’s ….. poem.* “I did tell you, Reno,”

“But she was begging so politely an’ all.  Even gave me her paw.”  Reno appeared contrite, yet glum.