Dipper sat at his desk, tapping his finger spastically on the smooth surface. He was trying desperately not to fall asleep until Bill came back with the coffee, but somehow he knew he wasn't going to succeed. Crossing his arms on the desk in an attempt to stop the incessant tapping, he suppressed a sigh. His eyes began drooping, and the world blurred. His chin touches his chest and he jerks upright, surprised. His eyes, along with his head and entire posture sag forward, and his head rests on his folded arms.
Bill impatiently tapped a foot on the laminate tile floors of the cafe. Normally, this one had rather quick service, but today they all seemed to be in a daze. His normal attitude was dampened by the sloth of the people surrounding him. Finally making his way to the counter, he jumps as someone shoves him out of the way, and began complaining about the quality of the coffee.
Dipper's eyes were open, but he was just staring at the grooves in his desk. Exhaustion filled him. It was Bill's fault he didn't sleep last night, too. He sighed, and then yawned.
Bill quickly pulled the car door open, hopping in and setting the Styrofoam cups in the cup holders. He pulls out and heads back towards the station. 'Dipper's going to be asleep by the time I get back!' He thinks irritably to himself. His foot inches the gas pedal closer to the floor.
Dipper blinks blearily, not quite sure where he is and why his neck and back hurt. And what was that smell? Is it... Blinking again, he realizes that yes, he's at work, and yes, that was the rich, earthy smell of delicious coffee. He sat up fully, and grabbed the cup. Prying the lid off, he downs half of it in one go. It burns his throat on the way down, but the shock wakes him up.
Bill walked in, and noticed that Dipper was sitting, slumped over at his desk. Asleep. Smiling faintly, Bill set his coffee upon the desk and slunk out to his own office. Flopping down, he took out a manila folder with paperwork that he had forgotten to look over.
On the bottom of each one, in a fine pen scrawl was Pines, M.
Bill smiled.
Hi all! I just want you to know that for this one, you can send me prompts or requests focusing around the detective AU. This one has infrequent updates.