Author's Note: So, the first chapter was a little patchy here and there, due to the panic attack I had while writing it, (I was writing to calm down), so I'll probs be updating it after I edit it :P
Also, I'm still working my way through the series and I'm completely in love with it.
I love the 80s.
Chapter 2 updated: Sorry about all the code mixed in with the story when I first posted it lol XD XD I fixed it now.
Chapter 2
Black, White, Beige, Mixed, and Just Plain Sugar
Black.
Hanson drank his coffee black. Sometimes with a little sugar, but most days he liked it as bitter as possible. Since he didn't smoke and always snagged a doughnut when a dozen was present, this confused most people.
White.
Hoffs drank her coffee white. A little bit of coffee and a lot of creamer. When people tease her about this, she would just stick out her tongue and make a snarky comment.
Beige.
Ioki drank his coffee beige. Sugar, creamer; delicately mixed for a wonderful blend of flavors. Like most things in his life, he liked it just so. Always two packets of sugar, and not more than a spurt of creamer.
Mixed.
Booker drank his coffee mixed. Meaning, it depended on the day and his mood. Sometimes it was black to match his dark temperament, sometimes it was white for a sugary boost as well for the caffeine. Like who he was as a person, no one could pin it down. Truth be told, most of the time he didn't even know what kind of day it was until he pouring himself a cup.
Just Plain Sugar.
Penhall drank his coffee with the intent to give himself diabetes. From cup to cup, it was never the same. The color was never consistent, the flavor was never agreeable to anyone but him. It was a sugar high that always left his heart racing, and him on high alert.