COFFEE SOLVES ANYTHING
Lt. Riley/Col. Rooks
About 1400 words
Cursing, otherwise completely harmless
While Colonel Rooks was known for his rather good poker face, he had admittedly some difficulties in keeping his amusement from showing when he entered the small break room early in the morning. What supposedly was Lieutenant Riley looked more like a walking corpse pouring himself a mug of coffee. Even from the doorway it was easy to see the dark bags underneath the lieutenant's eyes, not to mention his clothes were a complete mess: his turtleneck was only half-tucked in his pants, and those said pants were barely hanging on his hips anyway.
"That's not exactly a suitable look for a fresh lieutenant, Riley," Rooks remarked to his trusted aide as he stepped in, trying to reach a condemning tone in his voice. He didn't manage it perfectly, but well enough to get Riley's attention.
"No shit?" the lieutenant barked back, sound