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[lightsthesun]

Go on, what've I done now?

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[snakechahmah]

"Well, you just accidentally I hope took my coffee. See, it has my name on it. Literally." Ezera glances at the cup in his hand where her name is scrawled across the side, almost illegible. Also, welcome to Starbucks. "Usually, I'd say, hey, whatever. It's only a cup of coffee but today, well, there will be murders if you don't give it to me. C'mon. Help save a life, hm?"

[lightsthesun]

"So it does," he says with an easy smile, twisting the cup around to peer at the scribble along the side of it, sounding anything but apologetic. "Silly of me really, since mine usually comes with a little horns and pitchfork motif on the side. My mistake."

Notably, though, he doesn't move to hand over the cup, just casually raises it halfway to his mouth with a nonchalant shrug. "And, yes, in principal I'm all for preventing mass slaughter but at this stage I really think giving this back to you will do more harm than good."

Quirking an eyebrow, he reaches into his suit pocket to withdraw a silver hip flask and gives it a shake for emphasis. "Unless you like your coffee as a single malt, of course. Entirely up to you."

[snakechahmah]

She feigns the hurt in her voice. "They do little doodles on yours? And here I thought that they were warming up to me because they actually started getting my order right. Although, I kinda liked the surprise." She considered. "It was a Russian roulette of caffeinated proportions. Except for that one time they gave me decaf." Ezera whispered with a shudder. "Those bas-" Wait, was he going to? What, nooooo. He was! The fiend! The injustice! The...

Watching him was a little like watching herself and she half had to wonder if people looked at her this way and also thought, I don't care if you're pretty, if you drink that, I will fly-tackle you. She makes an audible gasp when he makes the move to drink the one thing standing between her and homicide. "Think of the children." She says with a touch of strained melodrama.

Of course, nothing ever says 'just kidding' like alcohol. She chuckles softly under her breath about to answer him. But the barista calls out, "Lucifer", and Ezera's immediately distracted by the name. His coffee is resting on the serving table and she notes the little devil doodle on it. She smiles and takes the coffee like it was no big thing.

And then she has the audacity to take a long sip of his drink and canter her head to the side as if she were assessing wine. Not bad. "I like..." she started, giving his arm a little squeeze as she stepped passed him to the table that just became available, "to be surprised."

She sits down and pushes out the extra seat. "Care to keep me company? I hate drinking alone."

[mordredeschain]

I daresay you'd ken rather more than I would of that topic, sai Morningstar.