[carrying the weight of a massive caffeine debt] Hipster bullshit.
[Sharon lets Maria lead the way, following silently as they cross the street and over a few blocks to the shop she’d mentioned. She decides to give the Stark-shaped elephant in the room a wide berth, for both their sakes.]
I think I’m upgrading to an extra shot, you saw the PR stuff come through from Cutler this morning?
[ She’s grateful for the pass, even though it’s not for long. They’ll be talking about this for weeks to come. Hell, she’s already answered nearly forty emails about it just this morning. Maria gives a small huff: disdain and irritation all rolled into one. ]
That sounds good. I’m at the point where coffee just won’t cut it, but barring any illegal endeavors, it’ll have to do.