Just a lil' shorty here. It's funny how inspiration comes for this: nothing for a long time, and I start getting anxious that it might be over, then something hits and BAM! I've just gotta write it that same day!

Also, if you're wondering, yes, Nate's order is my exact order at Dunkin' Donuts. You're welcome.


Sully shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked down the slow-moving line of people in front of him while humming to himself. That lady at the front sure is taking her time figuring out her donut order, he thought to himself. A thought flashed through his idle mind and he acted on it, pulling out his phone to text.

-Hey Nate, I'm at the coffee shop. You want?

He dropped the hand with the phone to his side and continued humming until the response dinged in a moment later.

-Uhm, did that question even need to be asked?

-?

Sully's mustache twitched and he typed back:

-Just tryin'a be nice.

He looked up again. The lady in front finally got her act together and moved on, and the line shuffled forward a pace. His phone dinged.

-The day I don't want coffee will be the day that scary

demon Sasquatches stop being scary.

-Nevvuh gonna happen

This earned a chuckle from Sully. He typed while holding his phone at his waist level:

-Same as me, right? Hot and black?

A slightly longer pause, then:

-Yeah, normally, but not when it's, like, a hundred

degrees out.

-Also, you can't fool me, I've seen you putting cream

in your coffee lately.

-Losin' your edge, old timer

Raising an eyebrow, Sully replied:

-It's not even summer yet, and you're already

complaining about the heat? You're the one goin' soft.

He snickered to himself over his comeback and scooted forward with the line. Presently, a ding alerted him that Nate had replied.

-Don't change the subject

-You're getting old

It was all in good fun, but even Sully had a limit to how many of Nate's old jokes he would put up with in a day. He quickly tapped out the message:

-Keep it up, and I'm bringing you home orange juice

He glanced up to check his position in the line.

-What do you want?

He shoved the hand not holding his phone into his pants pocket and whistled another stanza of the song he had been humming. His phone dinged once. Then again. And again.

-Medium iced hazelnut coffee, only one pump of

hazelnut, no sugar, extra cream

-Extra straw

-with a hot sleeve

-no cup

Nate's string of instructions were capped off with a cry-laughing emoticon, and Sully suddenly realized he didn't know how much of that order was serious and how much was Nate being a smart-ass. And it was his turn next. Stepping up to the counter, he was greeted by the barista, a bored looking fellow with glasses and frizzy hair.

"Hello, what can I get going for you today?"

Sully stared at the menu, inhaling deeply, and then heaved an exaggerated sigh.

"Ah- two large, hot coffees. Black."