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"I see. Well, you enjoy that, maybe if you hire more folks who..i dunno, want to work, maybe you wouldn't have that problem and I dunno if I want to go back, but probably. beds like a damn rock." He contained his smirk when she was getting frustrated. He doesn't even realize why he enjoys it, just anger he guesses.
"but you still slept" Sarah pointed out and went to refill her coffee mug, grabbing his on the way to top it off. She knew he was just trying to get her frustrated, and it wasn't going to work for the most part. Sarah worked in the food industry and served idiots and assholes for years. And yet.... It was different with Silas. Returning to the living room, she handed him back his cup and resumed her spot on the couch
"This is true." he took a breath and a shook his head, discouraging himself. his normal self was showing though a little with a small smile and him relaxing a little. he was fighting with himself to stop being such a prick, but outside he looked somewhat like he was enjoying himself.
Sarah sighed deeply and relaxed agaisnt the chair, now that her work related stuff was out of the way. Sipping her coffee, now just a fuckton of cream and some sugar, she just watched him. "was it a good sleep??"
"It was fine, like I said, the bed felt like a rock, You just work on your shifts while I slept or did you do something else more not boring." He took the drink and tok a big gulp and sighed. "Whoo..Thats, strong coffee."
"If the bed is 'Like a rock' as you said, you can go ahead and use mine. It's stuffed with down and should be much softer. That is, if you can share without whining" She joked, taking a sip of her coffee before continuing "As for what i did, I went ahead and prepped some food. Just let me know when you get hungry..... And sorry about the coffee.... It just helps me think. Need more cream and sugar??" She asked, getting ready to get up if he needed anything
"I can get it. What time is it anyways?" He stood up and fiddled through your fridge and grabbed what felt like creamer and put some in his cup. It was not creamer. He drank it and spit it into the sink. "Guah! That is...guh." He frowned and just walked back into the front room and sat on the floor, More comfortable there. "Some food is good."
"It's almost 10.." she cracked ope her laptop to get the time "11". Stretching, the young adult heaved a sigh as she got up from her spot on the couch " What the hell did you grab????" she asked and nudged his leg lightly as she walked by to get him food
"I dont know? Hot sausce I think.." He chuckled at himself then quickly shut up and made himself look pissy again. "Well the nap isnt gonna help with my inner clock." He huffed and tried to get himself back in the right mind set.
There was a snort of laughter from the kitchen as she made served the food up. It was nothing more than a pasta salad, something lght because it was so late in the night. balancing the plate in o hand, she grabbed the actual creamer from the fridge and pored him another cup of coffee. Setting the mug beside him, she actually laughed at the thought of him putting hotsauce in te mug and said "Future reference, creamer is in a carton"
"Oh, like you havent done something like that before. The bottles feel the same from what i get at my house." He took the plate and took a bute. He was actually starving so this was nice. He drank the coffee and huffed. "This is better, thank you." He sighed and kwept wat ing, using thwe couch as back support.
"Mmmmmm got me there. I have put salt instead of sugar in my coffee before....... multiple times" she snickered and sat on the couch after getting herself some of the pasta salad "glad to hear it. I like my coffee strong... keeos me sane" she took a sip and sighed
"Good. Thats what I thought." He let out a chuckled as well and ate in silence for a little bit as he thought of a joke. "Did you know what the leper said to the prostitute?" He raised an eyebrow as he took another bite then sipped some coffee.
She paused in mid bite and snorted "oh good god. What??" She was happy to see that he felt better and was actually telling jokes. Better than the alternative "I have no idea. Go"
"Keep the tip." He said it as plainly as he could and quickly took a drink to keep the laugh from coming out. He had to do something to get a good mood going, so he was gonna bullshit it until he was a normal happy again.
"You motherfucker" she laughed and sipped form her coffee to stiffle the laughter "ok i got one.... a sheep, a drum... and a snake falls down a cliff......."she paused to dramatically sip jer coffee "ba dum tss"
"Gross. That was shite, laddy." He faked a scottish accent. "I got a good one. 3 men walked into a bar, the third one should of known to duck." He slapped his knee in fake humor than gruffed and went back to finish his food.
"Your acting was funnier than the joke" she remarked and took another bite "alright I got one..... a priest, a rapist and a pedophile walk into a bar..... he orders a drink"
"No. Stop." He shook his head and set his plate aside. His mind was at a blank for jokes so he sat there, occasionally sipping on his coffee. "Well, I guess that I have to try to get myself to sleep again, huh?" He said as he put the now empty cup on top of his plate.
She raised an eyebrow and drank the remainder of her coffee "Well my offer from earlier still stands......If you can share without making a fuss. I'll go to bed later after the caffeine starts to wear off.... I swear to god with you around I'll die of caffeine poisoning" Sarah already felt like she has drank wayyyyy more coffee than she normally did
"Fine. I will, but I take up some space, pre warnin' ya." He laughed at her comment about caffeine. "Like I said, I hardly eat. Booze, Sleeping pills, and caffenine keep me going. God, I sound like such a drug addict." He then let out the laugh that you secretly loved, deep and bubbly, like a thick soda.(?)
His laugh made her blush and she got up up to take his coffee cup "I need a cup of Irish coffee to get my day straight" she admitted and messed up his hair before going to put the dishes in the sink
"Well, doesnt everyone? Or are we just crazy.." you swore he bushed when you messed up his hair but he quickly coughed and tried to get it away. He did hand you his dishes and stood up himself, grabbed his stick, and followed you, bumping into you when you stopped and he didnt.
"im pretty sure we are just crazy. Then again... Look at us" she got jostled when he bumped into her and turned around carefully. Despite his best efforts, underneath the fuzzy beard she could still see tints of red "when has being sane gotten us anywhere???" she pressed a Featherlite kiss on his lips, something she could try to deny. Sarah took one of his hands and started to lead him towards her room "now c'mon. It's bedtime for you"
He was stunned, to say the least. He followed you almost hypnotized, unsure what to say. "I..uh..huh." He was speechless. "Well, t-that was newer." He sat on the bed for a moment before he peeled of his t-shirt, revealing that he in face, had plenty of hair else where along with some muscle to his name.
God almighty. Seeing him with his shirt off made her blow out a breath. She grabbed some pajamas for herself from the dresser and despite the fact that he couldn't see, she went to the bathroom to change and to clear her head. She returned in pajama bottoms and a tank top " comfy????"
"Yes mame." He crawled into the bed and threw the blanket over his body. He was actually pretty tired but him mind was wide awake. "God it will take me awhile to get to sleep." He sighed and scratched near his eyebrow. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.
((Sorry >.<))Sarah tilted her head to the side and went over to the window, throwing it open. There was a screen, so no bugs would get in. The smell of honeysuckle and other plants lazily but faintly inside on a slightly cool breeze. With the smell came faint noises, wind rustling through leaves and crickets occasionally chirping. She found it soothing, and hoped Silas would too
for all his complaining, Silas was out like alight, snoring lightly. He would be asleep until about 5am, which is when he always woke up. When he did, he wa groggy as all hell from not being in his own bed and sat up, his hair and beard going everywehre. "Ok, workout, let Kidd on a wal-.." He remembered where he was a looked over at Sarah.
Sarah was still out of it and a total mess with the covers looking like they had been thrown haphazardly. She started stirring when he started talking to himself, but merely shifted and kept sleeping. The room was slightly chilly from the open window and smelled of dew and honeysuckles. Sarah wasn't scheduled to be up until another hour, when the alarm on her phone would go off
Silas quietly got up, went over and shut the window and then walked into the kitchen. For the next hour, he began to make some pancakes with sausage. All the stuff in the fridge and cabninates. He also brewed a fresh pot of black coffee then took a seat as he waited on the thick pancakes to cook.
When her phone alarm nudged her into alertness, Sarah started her own little routine, stumbling into the kitchen and drinking half a cup of bitter black coffee. That was one way to wake up in the morning. Still, she only seemed to realize what was going on in the kitchen when she plopped down next to Silas "you made breakfast??????" she asked tired and let out a huge yawn
"Yes, just because Im blind dosent mean im not a hella of a chef." He smirked and bit down on a sausage patty. "There are pancakes and patties. And coffee of course." He took anouther bite. "Sleep well?"
"like the dead" she said and rested her head on the table "the only reason I'm up now is because I forgot to turn off the alarm. Don't really have a need to go to work early, with you here. That and because you made food" she made herself a plate and took a few bites of the pancakes "oh my god these are amazing"
"I see. I slept better that that other bed." He patted his chest and realized he was still shirtless and you could see easily through the beard his face was very red. "Well, I can hang out at the Mission, besides Ive got the podcast today.." He chuckled when you ate his pancakes. "Glad you like them."
"well I'm glad to hear you slept nice. You look more well rested now, unlike me. I probably look like a zombie" Sarah noticed his blush and allowed herself to smile before shoveling another bite into her mouth "I got work today too, from 3pm to 9 pm, working a swing shift. If you want me to... I can go ahead and drop you off at the station when I go in today."
"I cant say how you look, but you sound beutiful." There was some of that Silas charm he was known for. He finished up what he had for a breakfest. "That sounds nice, i only work from 330 to 5, so I'll be in the Mission for awhile.." His face turned an even redder shade of blush when he asked. "Can I come back here again tonight? I mean, with Kidd. He's at the kennel."
She felt herself blush at the comment. Damn the smooth talker "you know, I was actually going to surprise you and pick him up. So it's a yes from me." she went ahead and got up, taking care of his dishes " answer me this though, what happened to the whole 24 hours talk, hmmmmmmm??????" she kidded around.
"Shut up, you knew it was bullshit." He joked back but quickly went back to his coffee. After a minute or so he got up and put his shirt back on. He walked in and found his shoes with his stick and began to put them on. "Well I am ready wer you are Miss Sarah." He smiled and stroked his beard in thought as he waited for you.
"wait minute, still in pjs" she shut off the water and quickly went back to the room, grabbing clothes and once again heading to the bathroom, coming back out 5minutes later running a brush through her hair. Sleeping through her alarms on multiple occasions trained her to be able to get a move on when needed. "alright I'm ready..... Wait, need my keys" grabbed them and met him by the door "now I'm ready."
"Alright, lets go." He led the way, but had zero idea where he was going, but eventually found his way to the car door and got in. putting his seatbelt on he flipped through the radio stations until he found some good rock music and started taping his foot along to it.
Sarah started the car and pulled out of the driveway "alright to the Mission???" she asked him and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel along to the music. This drive was definitely less stressful than the first time she took Silas to the house
"Yes, Oh Sarah, driver of thou." He pointed to himself and did a small bow to the best of his ablities. From what he could 'read' and heard, he loved Shakespeare and was known to belt random bits out when it fit the mood. But now it was rock music and he was enjoying it. His beard slightly moving up and down with the bobbing of his head.
She couldn't help but laugh when he did the little bow and started the drive "To the Mission it is then my good sir! Though you do realize that you would come in before we opened, right???" she shot a grin at him "normally we don't even open until 10"
"Your joking," He said, very seriously. "Your not joking are you.." He sighed and facepalmed. "Well thats good to know now that my order is all messed up." He spoke quietly and stayed silent the rest of the drive, a smile still on his face but he was thinking about how fucked up, in a good and bad way, his life had become in just one day.
"Silas no no no don't feel bad about it! It's perfectly fine. I still want you to come in early. I like having you as the first person I serve each day........" a small blush crossed her face, and she trailed off. Sarah meant it. Pulling into her usual parking space she went around to his side and opened the door for him" After you"
"Its fine. I just didnt know." He said, a smile returning ot his face then he went back to thinking. When they parked he got his stick out and slowly got out of the car, trying not to fall on his face. "Why thank you." He knew the way to the diner and held the door open as she had done for him. "Ladies First."
"Scheduling.. work. I have to pay attention to the requested days off, make sure i don't schedule to many damn people on the shifts, and it just doesn't want to work out. If I don't get this right, what little free time I might have flies out the window." Sarah set the laptop aside and sighed heavily "any how, still want to go back tomorrow??"