"This is a place of business, and on occasion pleasure, not…small sleeping furry animals." James raised a brow. "When did Vaeda get a dog?"
"Does it bother you that much?" He asked with a tilt of his head and then quickly raising his hands defensively. "I said she might."
"It smells…" James circled the chair and set his files down, shrugging off his jacket and resting it on the back of the chair. "It better not be staying, pooping and peeing all over the place…" his voice trailed off, the memory of the last dog he came in contact with being the one that belonged to the foster home returning to his head.
"Yeah…but so does Smee." He walked further into the room, resting all his weight on his hands as he peered over James’ table and at the dog. "Oh come on. It looks so cute and it must like you if its staying here of all places. Plust it might be Vaeda’s."
"Huh.." he walked over to the dog, waving his arms to shoo it away, in which the animal just adjusted its position and continued to sleep. "It needs to be off my chair and out of my office…."
Marko just shook his head and laughed, watching the dog just settle even further in his chair. “Yeah, I think it likes sleeping where he is.”
"What the hell…" The Captain frowned at the sight of the floppy eared puppy in his chair. "Whose fucking animal is this?!"
"I can confidently say that one isn’t mine."
"Had it really been four years? What? Can’t believe I tolerated him for that long." Chuckling, she got a glass for Marko, placing it in front of him.
"Yes. I’ve been counting!" He took the glass eagerly, raising it up with a grin. "Joffrey is finally fucking dead! Rejoice!"
Vaeda grinned, raising her glass. “And about time too!”
"You don’t have to tell me. We’ve been waiting four years!" He exclaimed throwing his arms into the air and another whoop.
Hallie sat at the cafe, waiting impatiently for her source to show up for the scheduled interview. She took a sip of her coffee, wincing as she realized that it was cold.
Marko rarely rewarded himself coffee because of how hyperactive he got after just a few sips but he figured he deserved some fancy drink for finishing a week worth of work load overnight. He got pretty scary and holding a small cup with two feet tall whipped cream made him feel less scary. Only on his way out did he notice the familiar face sitting in the corner.
"Sup sup little mermaid."
"This looks terrible."
"What’s put a damper on that beautiful face, Benjamin?"
"Don’t ask, just let me drink in celebration."
"The king is dead!"