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Startled out of her reverie, Jane flung her pencil clear across the room and let her eyes trail after it sheepishly. Meant to do that. Totally. She flicked her eyes back to her desk, the coffee on it and the Hunter on it and looked up at the other woman.
"Mmmm. Thanks. Looks like murder liquid which is awesome because I am pretty sure I still have a few brain cells functioning after last night and I feel like I need to be a little more impaired to function around here, you know?" Jane picked up the mug and just held it with both hands, letting the warmth seep into her fingertips.
"Cheers." She agreed and smiled over the rim of her mug as Hunter moved to sit on a slightly safer desk. "Oh, I know, I got the short straw I guess. It was kind of the only desk left by the time I..." Changed her sweaty shirt and got rid of the toilet paper armpit flags? "...Settled in."
She sipped the murder liquid happily. See it wasn't that she was technically a coffee fan, she'd still chose hot chocolate over coffee any day, it was just that Jane was pretty sure, a coffee addiction went right along with being a journalist and so from the first moment she'd arrived in England to pursue her career, she'd cultivated a serious coffee addiction.
"I think I'm going to go find a brick later." She commented.
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