-Morgan with the entire Sgt. Pepper's Band at the awful Waffle-<br/><br/>Morgan had no idea that Ingrid was planning his Earthly demise, nor did he have a clue that she was raring to do it now. In that, not quite macho, but 'this is what I subsist on, the black blood of creativity, give me my coffee now you whore' moment, he sat, shirtless, in a booth and listened to the others. In front of him rested a single cup of coffee that had been refiled at least three times over the legal limits. It really had been to no one's surprise when he had pulled the airplane sized bottle of Jameson's whiskey from one of the many pockets in the camera bag, the barest hint of lace caught on the bottle before quickly disappearing from view, and added its contents to the coffee.<br/><br/>Yes, it was 'Oh my god early' in the morning and Morgan was shirtless,  drinking in the Waffle house. In some alternative reality, everything was righted and in balance.<br/><br/>"Well, before we jump ahead, not that I am jumping anywhere," he looked around to everyone, " I  imagine we all have insurance. So long term we can recoup a lot of material that was consumed, and we do not even know what is salvageable from the building at this point." It was an obvious sign of impending doom when Morgan was acting calmly, but he did not seem pulsed when the involuntary shudder started in people around him, he was just that cool. Or, more than likely, he didn't notice as he started to drink himself sober.<br/><br/>"We are also a rare breed in that we have been known to work on credit, and I imagine that some of us even have reputable sources to gain temporary financing, I mean banks and not loan sharks contrary to what you think of me, " he ashed the non existent cigarette and continued. "So I am sticking with Aline."<br/><br/>His comment seemed to make no sense, well, it more than likely didn't to anyone but himself. He did have a desire to add that if he had slept with Ingrid and then left, Aline would hunt him down and use his balls as a hackey sack, but he didn't not want to give the the high-strung gallery owner any ideas. He went back to his coffee, his wonderful cup of caffeiney goodness, and finished the middle of the epic monologue he was going to deliver in his mind. Really, everyone should make the same jumps he did and be thankful he just skipped to the end.