Meeting Time...

[wynthegame.livejournal.com]

Wyn let out a deep breath and propped her feet up on the conference table, holding a mug of coffee in one hand. She had already sent out a message on the omnicoms and typed up a brief outline of the meeting for herself.

Now all she had to do was wait for her minions coworkers to arrive...

Comments

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Hello. Want any coffee?" Wyn asks, lifting her free hand in a slightly-less-enthusiastic-than-usual greeting. She remembers you, Shinn, but she'll still try to be polite. "... well, I think it's not technically coffee, but it's caffeinated and there's sugar, so it doesn't really matter."

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

"No one picked it up on shore leave?" he grumbled, holding a hand out for a cup.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"I picked up some real coffee, but it's down in Special Weapons and to be perfectly honest? I didn't feel like dragging the coffeemaker up here for an hour's meeting. This is from the squadron's supply, and it's good enough for now." Wyn says, sliding a clean mug over to Shinn.

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

"Next shore leave, that guy had better stock the break room."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"You'll have to take it up with Wedge or Tycho, because that is definitely not my job." Wyn says, taking a sip of her not-quite-coffee.

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

"Like they listen," he grumbled, taking a sip of the crap.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"... did you not put any sugar in? That's the only way it's drinkable." Wyn says, looking deeply concerned for Shinn's sanity.

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

"It's gross anyway."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn shrugs. "So leave it for the people who actually want it."