The Beginning of a Long Day

[Rebekka Knight]

It was still morning. Or at least as far as Rebekka was concerned. Yet the fact it was within the 8-9 range didn't seem to deter the students from already making a mess. Did she say students? She really meant toddlers. Two fights. In the span of twenty minutes. Rebekka was fairly certain classes hadn't even started yet. Normally she'd take joy in breaking up fights. Getting the opportunity to put some of the brats in their places. Pull a little bit of fear out of them. And there was a slimmer of fun to be had this time too.

But this early? It was only a fraction of the typical enjoyment she got out of it. It didn't help that Rebekka's sleep the night prior hadn't been the best. Combine that with the fact her day was already looking disruptive, and Rebekka wasn't the perkiest of people. Not that she was usually. Still, her day was already looking long. So she retreated to the teacher's lounge. A cup of coffee would definitely do her good. That and a good smoke later. For now, she was fine with the coffee.

Too impatient for the machine to heat up the drink already sitting there, Rebekka took the whole thing out and heated it up herself. It barely took any time at all for the coffee to be absolutely scalding hot. She poured herself a steaming cup before putting the rest of it back. Someone else might drink it and burn their tongue. Rebekka likely couldn't care less. Instead she gulped down nearly half of her cup. A relieved sigh left her as the burning liquid went down. Let someone else try drinking. It could prove some entertainment for her at least.

[Lola Green]

They told her to wait in the offices while they sort whatever it was they had to do. But did the old seventy year old woman listened? Of course not. She found it obviously boring to just sit idly while she waited for the clerk to call the person she wanted to see. Humph, as if!

Lola Green did not have any powers of persuasion but she did have her smarts. It was actually pretty easy for her to get away from office. All she had to do was simply say that she had to answer mother nature's call and she was kindly given the directions to the restrooms. The old lady smiled mischievously as she exited the front office.

It did not take her long honestly to find the teacher's lounge and nobody really stopped the wrinkly white haired granny from entering. Inside, she scanned for the familiar face but to no avail. She supposed the person might not be in yet.

She huffed a sigh and headed to where she spotted a coffee maker. Lola smiled and gave a small nod to the lady there, before pouring herself a cup of coffee. Little did the old woman know, the liquid was scalding. But she took a sip of it anyway before blowing it first.

"My god!" she shouted, looking at the other lady, as she spitted the liquid out.

[Rebekka Knight]

Eventually someone came in. It was some old woman Rebekka never saw before. Was she some sort of teacher? Rebekka didn't think she worked for the school. But then again Rebekka didn't care that she was in the lounge. Instead she continued drinking her coffee and eying the older woman. The moment she started going towards the coffee pot, Rebekka hide a smirk behind her mug.

Then the other woman shouted. Rebekka nearly chocked on her own coffee. The expression she was looking at Rebekka with was priceless. Unfortunately some of the drink got on Rebekka's shirt from the action. It soured the kick she got out of the older woman's reaction, but only by a fraction. "Gah, great." She said, getting up to get a napkin. She could just clean the shirt later.

"Yeah, careful it's pretty hot." Rebekka said in passing as she got some napkins to dab at the spot on her shirt. Could she have mentioned that earlier? Well sure, but then she wouldn't have gotten to see the reaction. Nice, Rebekka was not.

[Lola Green]

With one hand holding the steaming hot mug of coffee and the other waving frantically in front of her face, Lola Green wondered how she could have missed how burning hot it was. Now great, she had a burnt tongue. "What the flying fox was that? Would it have killed someone to put a caution label there?" The old woman cried out in annoyance and to no one in particular.

Her gaze returned to the other lady there. "Oh you don't say, deary," she replied sarcastically. The coffee was hotter than any other coffee she had before. Lola concluded that the coffee must have been brewed recently. Opened jaw, well not like she shut it anyway because of the burnt tongue, and wide eyed, the old lady squinted her eyes at the brunette. "You don't happen to know who made the coffee, do you?"

[Rebekka Knight]

Sometimes Rebekka forgot how absolutely hot things could get. It helped to have resistance to heat. Besides her insides were much hotter than anything like this. High temperatures were her friend. Not the old lady's obviously. She was waving a hand in front of her face. Rebekka doubted it would do her any good. She mentioned putting a caution sign up. Rebekka hide her smirk. "Maybe so. It could've been a prank or something. Maybe even by one of the kids." It was only a half lie, since techincally it could count as a prank. At least that's what Rebekka would claim.

She replied sarcastically. It was easy to hear in the woman's tone. Rebekka's smirk grew even bigger. She dabbed her shirt while reclaiming her seat. She still couldn't tell if this woman was part of the school or not. She was starting to think that wasn't the case. Call it a hunch. Then came the question. Did Rebekka know who made the coffee? Rebekka shook her head and tossed the used napkins into the garbage can. "Nope. The pot was pretty much half empty when I came in. Someone must've made it beforehand. That's why I helped myself to it too."

[Lola Green]

"Ouuuh those darn kids!" Her not so tiny fists clenched, just ready to give something or rather someone a punch. The seventy year old could not stand being the brunt of the younger generation's sorry excuse for a joke. Not long ago she had her clothes stolen whilst she was busy skinny dipping in the lake. Humph! "I tell you, when I was your age these antics were not taken lightly," Lola Green grumbled.

Only when the other lady took a seat did Lola realize that she had partially spitted onto the other lady's shirt. "Oh isn't that just peachy." She busied herself to pull out a couple napkins but then she realized it was probably a little too late considering the brunette had already thrown away hers. "Terribly sorry that you were in the way while I spitted that bloody hot coffee out. Hope it isn't ruined. Anything I could help or do to...compensate for it? You know what, I'll just pay you for it," she said, searching in her bag for her purse.

[Rebekka Knight]

She started blaming the kids. Rebekka fought hard to hold back laughter. The old woman looked pissed. Ready to take out some innocent kid. Meanwhile there Rebekka sat. The hidden culprit. But she wouldn't admit to anything at all. Some of these kids needed a good kick in the pants. Besides, it would be hilarious to watch. The other woman certainly was at the moment. Talking about how these antics wouldn't be taken lightly back then. Rebekk only chuckled.

Then she was staring at the stain on Rebekka's shirt. Sure it was unfortunate, but Rebekka didn't care too much. Still, she actually apologized. Now that caught Rebekka by surprise. Apologies were rare. Especially when Rebekka was on the receiving end. And even more so when she gave any. Wait, she was offering to pay for it? Rebekka stared. The other woman was even getting her purse. Was this really happening? Now Rebekka wasn't sure whether to take the money or not. "It's just a shirt." Was all she could think to say.