Nov. 10, 2015
Sal watched in earnest fascination as Kelly bypassed the brewing coffee and opened the fridge pulling out a battered jar of instant that looked like a tired relic from the 1970s.
She scooped in a couple heaping spoonfuls and then ran tap water on top of it. Just barely warm enough to dissolve the chemical slog that was instant coffee crystals.
"You're disgusting, Cowbell," Sal said, holding her own coffee with both hands and blowing on the steaming liquid, before taking a pull that warmed her insides.
"That's why you love me," she said, making sure to slurp her lukewarm brew loudly. Sal shuddered.
"That's how I know you're dead. Pulse or no pulse, drinking whatever the hell you call that is unholy," said Sal.
"Hey, when you shuffle off and find out that the hot stuff takes layers off your skin, see how keen you are to keep up with trends," said Kelly. Her next sip was quieter. "Still need the caffeine though. That's messed up. What's on the agenda for today?"
"Got ferals down by the river that need corralling and then there's the vigilants that are sniffing up trouble downtown," said Sal.
"Vigilants again? Do you think they'd stop if they knew they were just making things worse?" asked Kelly. Sal snorted and finished her coffee in one big pull.
"Last time they tried to take out the Church of the Newly Risen they ended up first-timing at least a dozen warmbloods," said Sal. "I think they only managed to finish off three of you weirdos."
"Oh, we're the weird ones - I don't keep up with the news, but I'm pretty sure there hasn't been a bomb set off by a revenant lately," said Kelly.
"Don't get touchy, Cowbell. You know we love you and think the Vigilants are nutters," said Sal, laying a friendly hand on her co-workers shoulder. She was very gentle, knowing that too much pressure could cause issues. Kelly assured her that sloughing off of skin didn't hurt, but Sal knew she didn't want to look like a rotting shambles.
Kelly finished her cold slop and shrugged into her modified shoulder-holster. It was designed to go on loose and then be snugged gently against her torso by pulling the adjustment strap. It was padded to avoid chaffing.
Sal grinned as she watched her partner get ready.
"You are such a delicate flower for someone who crawled out of her own grave," she said, handing Kelly her silk blazer that slipped over the holster.
"Well, I know we're taking your car and how much you hate it when I shed," she said, grinning back.
"If you do, you can just pay for the detail work," said Sal.