Black Coffee
[Open to any and all.]
Old Zeus woke slowly, as usual, and contemplated the fact that he was still living and had at least one more day in this world. Once he came to grips with this fact and had sufficient time to roll himself in to a sitting position, he started to get ready for his day. Normally, he would put his percolator on the stove while he washed up and dressed, but today he found he was fresh out of coffee. That meant he would actually have to venture into the Inn, a prospect that made him grumble. He dressed in his usual way: deep green dungarees, tawny cardigan, brown jacket, charcoal galoshes, tweed cap, and clomped out into the garden toward the main house. From the Gardener's shed it was roughly a straight walk to the large front doors of the Inn, but Old Zeus preferred the old servants' entrance into the rear mudroom. From there he would skulk into the kitchen pantry to pilfer the coffee. He reminded himself that it wasn't pilfering, after all he was the only one in the place doing any work. He deserved coffee! After making a fairly noiseless entry, he began rifling through the pantry like a racoon in an unattended campsite.