The Mundane Things

[Brian Kinney]

Brian sat in an arm chair in the company's break room, drinking his coffee and staring absently at the door. He hated his breaks on days like this, when he had nothing to do, but sit around and waste time until he went back to work.

He stretched out his legs and thought about later that night when he'd be out at Babylon or Woody's. It wasn't important which one really. What was important was that he'd be out fucking some hot John Doe as per usual.

[cillian]

There were few things that could put Cillian Lavery in a huff. His mother was one of those things, but since she lived elsewhere and didn't go out of her way to acknowledge her son, it was the OTHER thing that had him bothered today. He absolutely hated it when people questioned his work. Cillian was damn good at what he did and he knew it, but there were always those people who weren't progressive enough, modern enough, SMART enough to comprehend his ideas. Cillian's latest ad proposal which was, in his opinion, his best idea to date, had just been turned down by the useless higher ups who had no concept of what was attractive to the public and what wasn't. Cillian did not like when he was doubted.

So instead of returning to his office like he probably should have, Cillian took a wrong turn to go to the break room to clear his head and stop the adrenaline pumping through his veins in alarming quantities. It was taking all of Cillian's self control not to find the nearest mail boy and beat ihm into a bloody pulp. That was always fun, taking out his frustration on those below him. Whether it was violence or sex or violent sex, it always helped Cillian forget his anger.

Speaking of violent sex, Cillian walked into the break room to find his coworker and sex god by reputation, Brian Kinney. Cillian allowed himself a small smile, then nodded towards Brian. "Afternoon," he muttered, then went to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup, then leaned against the counter, taking a generous sip. Cillian glanced over the brim of his cup at Brian. He always had some kind of respect for the other man, mostly because the two of them were young-ish and had a good hold on the company. Amongst other things. The similarities between the two were boundless. [That was a bit of sarcasm.]

[Brian Kinney]

Brian looked away from the door slowly, shifting his gaze instead to the man who had just entered the break room. Cillian Lavery had come in looking huffy and miffed, however upon seeing him, Brian, he had allowed for a small smile and a nod: naturally. He shifted to get more comfortable in his chair before responding.

"So it is," he said casually. "Fun times at the grindstone?"

He wasn't overly curious, but he saw the opportunity to pass the time of his break and seized it.

[cillian]

"Always," Cillian said grimly in response to Brian's question. He clenched his jaw so as not to continue with that unpleasant topic. He could have gone on for hours about the idiots he worked for, but tthe two of them didn't have the time, and Brian Kinney probably didn't have the patience.

Cillian turned the coffee cup around in his hand and sipped it gingerly, automatically wincing when the scalding hot liquid touched his lips. It was better to burn off his taste buds rather than actually taste the awful coffee the break room had. As far as Cillian knew, the coffee that he had poured himself was three days old and had just been cooking on the hot plate for a few days. But it was still coffee.

Cillian sat in the chair opposite of Brian and crossed his left leg over the right, leaned back, got comfortable. So this was Brtian Kinney. It was different, seeing him in actual professional clothes in contrast to his usual Babylon garb. He was an impressive man in both worlds, really. Whether he was leading a man to the back room or making an ad proposition, he was in control. And Cillian enjoyed watching him work in both scenarios.

[Brian Kinney]

(('Always'? that's it?))

"Ah," Brian said simply to his 'always' comment, his eyebrows raised slightly but his eyes remaining half opened. ((I totally just did that now. .. it makes sense))

"Watch, the coffee's hot," Brian said casually, a split second after Cillian winced.

He shifted his weight casually in his seat: his ass was getting a little numb from the way he had been sitting, and he couldn't have that.

[cillian]

[Pshyeah. Don't you even start with me.]

"Watch, the coffee's hot."

Cillian couldn't help but roll his eyes. Automatic reaction, really. "Thank you, Mr. Kinney," he said in a mockingly respectful tone. He allowed himself a small grin as he moved from the coffee pot towards the small sitting area where Brian was looking quite comfortable. He sat in a chair opposite the other man. And then he began debating in his mind whether or not he'd like to initiate an actual conversation with Brian. Why the fuck not. "Is this your normal break time?" Cillian asked, pulling the question out of his ass (not literally). "I don't remember being in the break room at the same time as you before."

[Brian Kinney]

"That's because you haven't," Brian commented carelessly. "I usually take my breaks later in the day, but I finished a project early, and here I am: drinking what could very likely be day old coffee and bored out of my mind."