"This looks terrible, Hitch."
Troy stared dubiously at the cup full of coffee Hitch had just handed him. Flakes of coffee beans had floated to the surface, the smell was unappetizing to say the least, and the coffee itself was a weak colour. Almost like dirty dishwater.
"Aw, come on, Sarge. You've never tried any of my coffee, and it's good."
Looking up from the coffee, Troy glanced over at Moffitt, who raised his hands.
"Don't look at me," he said. "I told you to try some tea."
Tea. Water and some flavouring. Probably worse than Hitch's coffee, although right now he wasn't sure.
"You like it, Tully," Hitch said. Tully just shrugged.
Joking aside, Troy really, really didn't want to try the coffee. He was sure he'd throw it right back up or something like that. But Hitch had asked him to try at least a sip and it didn't seem right to give it a miss without first trying it – no matter how certain he was of the taste – so shook his head and took a sip.
And it was actually pretty good.
Hitch grinned at the look of surprise on his face. "Just like home."