Kirk coughed harshly. Neither of them had had a good night's sleep. "Not when you drain it like that. Why are we here again at nine o'clock in the morning on a Sunday?"
They were the only other people in the Greek restaurant known as Apollos, which had a good Sunday brunch despite the occasional Board of Health citation that nobody paid attention to.
"Because they have a good Sunday brunch despite the occasional health violation that nobody pays attention to," said Rich.
"You must have been hungry to be waited on, then. You got me in such a hurry my underwear and one sock are probably still on the floor of your bedroom." Kirk smiled with mischievousness.
"I was awake. I'll go back to sleep at like, one."
"We're not staying that long."
"No, but we'll go back to my place afterwards."
"Oh, we will, will we?!" Kirk's smile grew, though it had a tinge of grimace.
