her head is pounding, like a hammer pounding a nail into a piece of wood. she swears there’s an audible thump each time her temple pulses, one that anyone can hear. and by god, she’s late. a huff of breath escapes her lips as she slams on the brakes, causing scorching hot coffee to nearly spill down the front of her clothing and a string of curses to leave her lips. just another notch on the belt of being fucked by her morning choices.
scout had gone out last night - being it was a sunday she figured it was going to be just a drink or two with friends, that is, until they canceled on her. so she drank herself into oblivion and fell into the bed of a stranger she barely remembered the outlook of, and his name had no spot in her memory banks.
she walks into the office, gives a two finger salute to the desk sergeant, and then heads back to the bullpen only to hear the sound of a voice falling from @pistolism’s lips that causes flashes to form behind her eyes. a steamy retelling of the events from the night before. a blush rises to her cheeks and she beelines it towards her desk, hoping he won’t remember as well, or at least, won’t notice.
when he’s introduced by her fellow co-worker, she nods her head and glances up to meet his gaze, holding it for longer than a moment before snapping out of the haze and taking a bite of her donut to force her mouth to be occupied, as opposed to hanging open and letting the flies take up residence.
“mornin’. “
she manages, after swallowing.