First Day Back (Open) -- KEEP

[Morrison Whelan]

Work was just too terribly tiring. Or maybe Morrison was more tired than usual, which was completely understandable; he was still not able to keep his emotions steady after his friends death and his other friend, Iivan, demanded so much attention having coming out of his surgery only a week earlier. And today he'd finally had to come back into the D.O.G.S. office and sort out everything that the interns had unraveled. They had really messed around with his office and lab space, everything had been put out of place and set back in absolutely the wrong places and in the lab, so many chemicals had been contaminated, he had to buy boxes full of new chemicals. Damn young wolves, so sure of themselves, thinking they knew everything. He hated them, at least today, they'd made work much too difficult for him.

At least he could go home now and just go to sleep. A tiny smile crept onto his face at the thought, imagining crawling fully dressed under his covers and sleeping for a few hours and waking up very early so he would have time to just relax before getting back to the office. That would make everything a little bit better, that time of not having to do a thing, to just relax and stop thinking.

However, that sort of thinking and mental inactivity would not help Morrison on getting home because he wouldn't be able to drive too well while falling asleep on his wheel. And it would be quite a shame to smash up his brand new Pontiac, which incidentally looked exactly like his old, strike that, ancient one that his son had scratched up. Oh, Sebastian, what a bastard, he hoped he'd never see that man again, but he could feel another encounter looming, it wasn't too far off.

It wasn't the time to ponder this though, he needed to wake himself up, somehow. He should get something to eat, that would help, maybe get some caffeine into him, he had last eaten five hours ago anyway. Thank goodness for people being smart, as there was a huge variety of cafe's and fast food places around her for when people when on their lunch breaks and for after work of course, most people being unable to wait to eat until they got home. Morrison stood on the sidewalk, across the road from a stretch of different food joints, trying to decide what he was the most hungry for. A bakery caught his attention, the smell of it reached him even on the other side of the street and through the other smells of frying oil and burnt coal. It was tempting, and he would give into that temptation.

Soon, the wolf stood outside the front door, watching the people inside to make sure no one in the place was someone he'd rather avoid, this being a habit that he'd picked up after bumping into his estranged son. There wasn't a single soul in there that looked threatening and so he walked in, to be greeted by the most delicious scent of bread baking. Fantastic. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, he moved up to the counter where he bought a cherry tart, pack of chocolate biscuits, and a hazelnut coffee. Coffee wasn't really his thing, the taste not being incredibly appealing but the caffeine it contained was worth it and today was a little cool, so the hot liquid would help.

Sitting himself at the back of the bakery, as to not have anyone bother him, he propped his foot up on the other chair that was set at the table he had chosen and leaned back against the wall, watching the other people in the building. People watching was one of his favorite things to do, as you could so easily learn something about someone just by staring at them, and it was fun to try to pick out the humans, wolves, and those... others. Most of the people in here were wolves, some humans, but not a single vampire, that would have been far too dangerous. That fact made this place even better as he would never have to deal with their stench as he tried to eat. Only the sweet aroma of human and familiar smell of wolf greeted his nose, making it easy to enjoy the cookie that he was nibbling on.

[Greylyn Blair]

Work, work, work. Greylyn ran at top speed, all four legs puffing at one time. She dodged around people. jumping over benches and swooping under legs. A quick glance at Big Ben gave her an estimated time limit of, oh say, two minutes! The young wolf strained and pushed herself to cover the next three blocks in the allotted time. This was not easy by the many people in her way. Usually, she would be more careful about strolling in open daylight in her wolf form, but it was the quickest way of transportation.

One minute and counting; halfway there. She knew she could make it, but a metal flash caught her eye and she skidded to a stop. The white wolf yelped as her foot caught the edge of the bicycle wheel. Grey did a 360 in an attempt to snap at the boy's heel, but stopped mid-circle. Coming back around to complete it, she pushed off again in pulsing speed.

Within seconds, she reached the backdoor of her destination. The pulling and burning sensation began even before she was fully stopped. The changed did not come quite as quick as she wished, but soon enough she was standing on two legs again, dressed and entering the building.

Sweat plastered her blond hair to her forehead. Grey quickly caught her breathe, even holding it with a smile as her boss passed by her with a darting glance. As soon as the older balding man was gone, she quickly let it go, smoothed down the flyaway layers in her hair, and grabbed an apron from the rack in the back.

It was already early in the morning and the cafe/bakery was booming. Humans and werewolves were abundant here, but no vampires. Not that she was complaining. It was the ideal place to work without any fear of violent outbreaks between the two rivaling species. She couldn't say she hated them, but they were definitely not on Grey's best side after the incident with her family.

Grey walked out to the front counter and grabbed the pot of coffee to make her usual round. Stopping at each table to ask how they were, if they would like some more coffee. Part of her job, but the teen was a genuinely friendly person until you gave her reason to not be.

The last stop she made was a man at the back of the cafe. Werewolf, nothing unusual. Seemed nice enough. "More coffee?" she asked with a slight, easy smile, her bangs falling slightly in her face so she had to move it by shaking her head.

[Morrison Whelan]

After a few minutes of sitting comfortably where he was, Morrison was starting to get very, very tried. One of his biscuits had been devoured but everything else that he had bought, the other cookies, the tart, and even his coffee, remained untouched. Not that he currently noticed this at all with his head tilted back and eyes half closed as he absently scratched at the stubble on his chin. Despite the fact that the chair he sat in was metal and that his back was aching from the odd positioning of his legs, he could easily fall asleep at any moment, unable to fight the exhaustion that pulled at his eyelids.

Just as he was starting to doze, hand slipping from his chin to his lap, he sensed someone moving over to him, forcing him to open his eyes and pay attention. "More coffee?" Morrison merely blinked in response, not registering what the girl had said. "You stink," he muttered, turning his head slightly away from the smell of the stranger. There was that unmistakable scent of wolf about her, but the smell of sweat was overpowering, gross. A second later however, he realized how rude that had been and turned to look straight at the person that had approached him. She was wearing an apron, meaning she must work here, and she had a coffee pot in hand.

"Sorry," he told her with a sigh, glancing down for a moment in slight embarrassment at being so crass. "That was really rude. I've just... had a long day." Again, the man sighed, dropping his feet from the chair they were resting on and sitting up a little straighter, trying to get himself to wake up. Now, what had she said before? She had asked if he needed more coffee. That was a good question, he couldn't remember. Morrison glanced over at his cup and found it completely full, though it was barely luke-warm now. "I'm fine on coffee though, thanks," he said, not looking at the girl, now sort of wanting to be left alone, "I haven't touched the cup yet anyway."

[Greylyn Blair]

Striking blue orbs stared down at the man in the chair. He was tilted back slightly in his chair, head back, eyes half-lidded. He seemed to be conformable, but eshe wasn't quite sure how. When she asked him if he wanted more coffee, he didn't answer right away. He seemed to be in a trance scratching his beard.

Then the man blinked, seeming to come out of his hypnosis and noticing her. He didn't look up at her, but a certain comment let her know that he knew she was there.

"You stink."

Greylyn blinked rapidly, trying to take the random comment in. Almost tempted to ask him to repeat cause she thought she was deaf, but then she heard it again in her mind, rechecking herself. Her eyebrows knitted together, lips pulling back in a slight snarl he might hear that escape through her bared teeth. She was quite the temperamental little thing.

A quick apology was uttered from the man with a sheepish glance down. The teen's expression softened slightly as he admitted how rude he was.

"I'm fine on coffee though, thanks. I haven't touched the cup yet, anyways."

She sighed softly, quickly getting a hold of her temper. She was here to serve people, not bite their head off. If she did, she would definitely not have one for herself. "It's okay. Enjoy."

Grey walked back up to the counter, sat the pot down, and went to the back to start washing dishes. The guy had been quite rude. He was a wolf, by the obvious smell, but she quickly dismissed it as she put one dish in the soapy water, rinsed, sanitized, and put in on the drying rack. She had to get back to work.

[Morrison Whelan]

"It's okay. Enjoy."

Morrison mumbled something along the lines of "Thanks, will do," as the girl moved away though he was sure that it hadn't come out as more than a grunt, so the other wolf wouldn't have caught it. Not that he cared much at all. He was just concerned with sleeping and not so much with accidentally insulting some stranger. No, he simply wanted to finish his snack and drive home, that was a good plan. Sitting up a bit straighter in his chair, the wolf grabbed up his coffee to take a sip, though he found that now that it had cooled it tasted pretty disgusting, the sweetener in it coming through far too strongly. With a bit of an annoyed sigh, he placed the mug back down and pulled at the tie around his neck, loosening it even more for comfort.

It was strange to be back in a tie, in a suit, and it didn't fit his 'look' at all. The stubble on his chin looked more at home over a button up work shirt and jeans, not a well tailored jacket and dress pants. Felt odd, looked odd, yet it was required at the office, no matter how long you'd been working there. He supposed it wasn't all bad though, because it did make him look a bit more clean cut and impressive, well, that was when his clothes weren't wrinkled and his hair wasn't a mess. At the moment this mattered little to him, he just cared that he could eat his tart.

However, not even this was easily accomplished as he couldn't keep his head up straight long enough to orient his hands in relation to his face. Soon, his forehead was pressed against the cool table top, his eyes were shut tight, and his arms were folded over his head. It was then no surprise that within minutes he was sleeping and soundly so.

A solid few hours passed before Morrison finally woke up. He sat up slowly, his cheek having become plastered to the hard table surface, then looked around. Damn, why hadn't anyone woken him up? It was nighttime already and everyone else had left the cafe, he was alone beside that few people that were still working. Muttering to himself about working too hard, he started to straighten his rustled up clothing, not that it did much good as the fabric held the wrinkles far too well. He imagined it was closing time soon anyway, so it would be best to get moving.

Standing up on his legs, unsteady from sleep and disuse, he half-wobbled his way to the door, rubbing his eyes on the way so that he would feel more awake and see better through the haze of tiredness that blurred his sight. His car was only two blocks down and he made it there just fine, he barely looked liked he was walking while drunk. Upon sitting in the leather seat however, he didn't feel too much ever, it just let him have more things for him to concentrate on, not having to think about that difficult process of placing one foot in front of the other while stopping yourself from falling over due to shifting your weight. In the car, it was simply the two gasp pedals under his foot and the steering wheel in his hand; he could deal fine with that.

Or so he thought. Once he turned the car on, his hand flew automatically the switch the car's gear to reverse, only this was a major problem. When he slammed on the acceleration, expecting the car to shoot forward out of its parking space, it instead catapulted the vehicle backward where it smashed into the cement wall behind him, and it had been a hard hit. His head whipped forward on impact, as well as the rest of his body, having forgotten to put on a seat belt. The man's forehead smashed into the steering wheel, sending a resounding horn blast echoing through the parking lot and a few shards of glass that had loosened themselves from the back window shot out at Morrison's head, becoming embedded in his skull. Once he came to again, he would be pissed; that was a brand new fucking car.

(( Added stuff to make it interesting! Grey to the rescue. x3 Also, writing about being sleepy when you're really sleepy doesn't work... ))