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 Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:25 pm
The quality of available coffee went up fractionally after portals had become non-restricted, but the machine specifically located in the lab he loved to frequent still had a nasty habit of breaking down every once in a while. Naturally. It became such a joke to him that eventually Jack started making notes about its habits--yes, notes--to the point that he noticed making vanilla late drinks averaged around ten cups' worth before the machine began to cough on its end, as opposed to the regular coffee's seventeen.
He wouldn't care so much if he wasn't such a habitual customer. As it was, Jack had enough time on his hands that evening that, after dinner, he swung by to check up on it. Sure enough, there was a sticky situation going on beneath each spout, an error notice asking for a refill, and it appeared the only cups left were of the slightly dented or cracked Styrofoam kind.
Sigh.
Grabbing a paper towel, he soaked it in a little water before starting to clean the damn thing. Contrary to his usual air of superiority, Jack was not above a little dirty work if it meant getting what he wanted. That, and he didn't feel like asking his usual coffee slaves to come and do it for him: Chel probably didn't know s**t to begin with on fixing machines, and Oliver's nervous nature wasn't endearing if it hindered efforts to get him his fix.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:45 pm
Lex had been fortunate enough to 1.) Make enough money to buy a little coffeepot for their home and 2.) Convince Ami that he needed said coffeepot because the one in the labs was always being tampered with. He no longer needed to rely on newbie made coffee, but instead could program the pot to start brewing at a certain time and keep itself warm for an hour or two. He was quite happy with it, but unfortunately couldn't bring it with him to the Life labs.
And at the labs, he still drank a ton of coffee. So when he'd put in a good hour's worth of work and saved the file five different times, he meandered over to the coffee machine to see a vaguely familiar trainee cleaning the coffee machine.
"Hey, barista, can I get a triple shot macchiato?" He teased to whoever the guy was, leaning back against a cubicle and shooting the complaining Hunter a small grin in apology. He wouldn't be long.
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