valentine's day 2008 : for dr. perry cox

[drop_dead_fred]

It was Thursday, and as with most days that end in "y", Fred had gone to breakfast promptly when the smells wafting from the kitchen roused him. There was something to be said for growing up in a house where you literally had to fight for your place at the table; you learned to know when food was around, and to come quick. George had elected to

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[jesus_h_cox]

"New resident crash bunk" was surely some foreign dialect that translated to "crowded hell full of halfwits who wouldn't know their ass from Bob Kelso's crusty elbow" and he was always up early to get away from it. Cox was not an early riser, but with coffee and the occasional shot of something very strong in it, he got through the day.

The trouble was, Dr. Perry Cox was bored. He was going to cave and sign up for clinic duty. He could feel it. And if Bobbo showed up, he'd just sell him back to Satan and deny that it ever happened.

Some firecrotch was hoarding the bacon, but it was even too early for quips, so Cox just gave him the growl that was standard for any resident that got in his way back at Sacred Heart. He grabbed some bacon, some eggs, and piled them on a plate.

[drop_dead_fred]

Fred's eyes shot up at the noise emanating from the man trying to elbow in on his breakfast. "Calm down, old son, there's enough for everyone," he said mildly, but with a smile in case the bloke actually decided to be angry. He got out of the way and watched the man out of the corner of his eye; he looked as hungry as Fred. "Del's a good cook," he offered pleasantly. "You should try the ice cream-- it's great, only don't ask what's in it."

[jesus_h_cox]

Cox stared at the daywalker for many, many moments.

"Oh, were you talking to me?" Cox asked with mock-apology all over his face and a mouthful of bacon. "I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you over the sound of me not giving a crap." He scowled, again and grabbed another piece of bacon. He was going to get full, get coffee, and ge-e-et the hell outta dodge before Little Orphan Annie started singing or something.

Ooh. Little Orphan Annie. He'd have to use that one.

[drop_dead_fred]

"Well there's no need to get shirty about it!" Fred said indignantly. "I'm just trying to be pleasant. I think any day that doesn't start with a bucket of water dumped over your head is a good one-- might be a philosophy you should adopt," he suggested seriously.

[red_ponytail]

Bill was already in the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower. "Oi, Fred," he greeted with a wide smile as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

[caprican_hero]

Some mornings she rose with the sun and others she slept long past the dawn, but this morning was one that fell squarely in the middle. Which meant that breakfast was made, picked over, but not entirely gone.

Six plucked a biscuit from the platter and moved toward the the coffee maker. Gaius leaned languidly against the counter. "Truly one of the few pleasures of humanity: the bold intensity of the coffee bean."

With a steaming cup in hand, she couldn't help but agree. And perhaps she'd have been able to enjoy it were the two men sitting at the table not getting louder by the second. Reluctantly, she reached over them for the sugar.