Morning Rush
A/N: This one brings us back to the old resurrected fics.
Summary: If he didn't know it before, he now knew that he hated mornings. Jess, sometime in the first half of season 2.
He was rushing around the diner with a coffee pot, filling up cups on his way, glaring at the customers who didn't answer fast enough when he asked if they wanted a refill.
When he actually bothered asking, couldn't they at least have the decency to respond?
In the corner of his eye he saw how the middle aged man at the table next to the door raised his cup, obviously preparing to request a refill. Muttering a string of curses he contemplated ignoring it, since the same man had turned down his offer for more coffee only a minute before. But he knew he'd just end up going back there after a pointed look from Luke.
So he sighed, swallowed down his sharp remark about making up one's mind and filled up the cup. On his way back to the counter he told it quietly to the empty air instead, which didn't feel at all as satisfying.
Damn, it was hard not to blow up around these nutcases.
The bell above the door jingled once again, happily announcing the arrival of another hopeful breakfast patron to the already packed diner, completely disregarding the hateful glare he directed at it.
Why couldn't it just shut the hell up?
Why did all these people have to come here every damned morning to eat?
As Kirk, for the fifth time that morning, started up his complaints over the food he seriously contemplated bailing. But he caught sight of Luke looking straight at him with a serious expression on his face and instead picked up the plate and returned it to the kitchen, muttering curses under his breath all the way.
He had been here for a couple weeks now and the mornings in Luke's was by far one of his least favorite things about the town. Normally he could just ignore the people, staying away either in the apartment or by the bridge he had found on his wanderings. But the mornings Luke made him work in the diner those options weren't even options.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and brought out yet another plate for Kirk, slammed it down on the table in front of the man, who seriously should try getting a hobby, and studiously ignored Luke's comment about his lack of manners.
He hadn't even said anything, didn't that count for something?