Teacher's Lounge [Period 2 and on]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

After her workshop, Veronica dropped by the teacher's lounge and put on a pot of coffee. She also had a tray of brownies she had baked over the weekend.

She sat at one of the tables and started working on her lesson for next week.

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[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... Brownies.

Max flashed a grin as he walked in. "Please tell me those are for anyone who happens by..."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "They are, in fact, up for grabs."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max's grin broadened. Partly in response to the answer, and partly because of the answerer. He reached out and snagged a brownie before offering, "I don't think we've met before. I'm Max."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I'm Veronica," she replied with a grin. "And, no, we haven't met that I recall."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max flashed a flirtatious sort of smile. "I think I would have remembered if we had."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I'm quite certain I would have," Veronica agreed. "I'm guessing you're one of the newly arrived teachers?"

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"An excellent deduction," Max laughed. "And I'm guessing you're one of those teachers who actually knows her way around this place?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I do," Veronica admitted. "Though more from a student perspective. I graduated from here a few years ago and am just back to teach for the summer."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Wow. You must really like the place then, huh?" He looked around. "I suppose I can see that, though."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. "It's a fun place. And I needed a summer job. I'll be starting my senior year of college in the fall."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"College?" Max asked as his head cocked at a slight angle to study her curiously.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting my degree in Criminal Justice."

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

Muttering under her breath about "waking up with the dawn" (she meant "before 10"), Edna stalked into the lounge. "Coffee!" she demanded imperiously.

The woman was used to having a lot of assistants, yes.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica looked up, unimpressed. "There's a pot on the counter."

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

More muttering as Edna quickly walked over to get a chair to drag to the counter so she could reach the pot.

"Columbian?" she checked, reaching for a mug.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I didn't check," Veronica said, watching the tiny woman.

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

Edna gasped in horror. "It could be Maxwell House!"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"And that would be bad?"

Veronica was not exactly a coffee snob. As long as it was made properly.

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"Bad?" Edna repeated. "It would be a tragedy! The resurgence of 80s fashion tragic!"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I think resurgence of 80s fashion would be way more tragic than Maxwell House coffee," Veronica said. "I'm very anti-80s fashion."

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"With the shoulder pads and the neon and the fabrics not found in nature," Edna ranted. "Peh!"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"And the hair. Dear God, the hair was," Veronica shuddered. "I think the 80s are single-handedly responsible for the hole in the Ozone layer. All that Aquanet."

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"I seem to have a few people in my workshop trying to bring the look back," Edna said. "I will not allow it!"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"What workshop are you teaching?" Veronica asked, horrified at the notion.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim was still ignoring the fact that he had an office. "Hey roomie, how's the workshop going?"