Disclaimer: Slayers belong to whom ever owns them, Coffee is just something I find funny…

Koffee

By Icka! M. Chif

Zelgadis made his way down the stairs and into the inn's tavern area in a sleepy daze.

"Coffee." He yawned to the waitress as before she had a chance to ask him what he wanted. She nodded and ducked into the kitchen.

He sighed as he sat down off in the corner. He was the first of the group up, as per usual. And that was the way he preferred it. Zelgadis was NOT a morning person. This way he had a chance to wake up and be at least courteous when the others got woke up and got downstairs.

"Your order, sir." The waitress chirped.

"Thank you." He looked up to grab his cup of coffee and found something else instead.

What appeared to be a large floating rock hovered just above the table, it's twin faces looking sad and pathetic. It opened it's mouth and growled at him. "Koffing.."

Zelgadis began to hit his forehead on the table top, barely mindful not to break it with his chimeric body.

Some days it just didn't pay to get out of bed.

fin.