Teacher's Lounge - Wednesday Afternoon

[drrmckay]

He didn't have the luxury of being almost next door to the campus anymore. And he didn't have the internet connection, either. He hadn't bothered jacking into Simon's system, yet. He'd gone straight to his office when he reached the campus but, once there, noticed that he had no free internet jacks. Really? This was not his week. Month, even

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[flewtoohigh]

Lee's temper had not improved since Sunday when she'd discovered Tim had dinner with Emma's boyfriend, Crowley had dinner with Jon, and Loz had gone who knew where but not to see her.

Not like Easter mattered at all. But still. It irritated an already cranky angel. So she'd been holing up on campus, OHG and Osmosis, rotating her location to avoid seeing the same people too often and taking off their heads. This afternoon, the Faculty Lounge got the honors.

Dubious though they might be. She'd come with several books on torture for the Ethics class. (Also to study up on methods, but no one needed to know that, except maybe Loz and Yazoo and Kadaj and Beka because they'd find it funny.)

Her way to the espresso machine was, however, blocked. By McKay, that crazy professor who'd been trapped in the Cube and for fuck's sake he had crap strewn everywhere. Not that she was a neat freak at all but...

"How the Hell am I supposed to get to the coffee?"

[drrmckay]

It took a minute or two of her glowering before Rodney finally noticed her. "What?" He followed her glare. Coffee. "Well, you could have asked, you know."

He grabbed a few of the larger book and one of the computers, moving them out of the way.

"There. Now you have room to get through. Happy?" There was room enough. Just. If she hopped. But there was room.

[flewtoohigh]

"I did ask." 'Kay, technically it hadn't been the nicest way to ask. But she'd asked.

She eyed the space he'd cleared for her. If she hovered, over his oversized head, she could get there. "It's nice you appreciate my tiny waist, but I'm not interested in getting intimate with your things to get by."

[drrmckay]

"Hell." He stood up and started moving things away from the path, grumbling something about "impatient women" and "tiny, my ass". Finally, a minute or two later, there was a sizable path through to the espresso machine.

"Now are you satisfied?" he asked, glaring at her.