Bosky-Wisp

Actually, I was quite happy to be on my own. Looking out for myself was something I always liked to do. It was the one thing I could do better than anybody else. - David Webster, Parachute Infantry: An American Paratrooper's Memoir of D-Day and the Fall of the Third Reich

Bonus:

Black coffee, no discussion:

Dick Winters. Has been drinking it this way since he was 22. Will always drink it this way.

Doesn't judge you for your oat milk lavender latte, but also doesn't understand it.

Blinks at latte foam art. Doesn't comment on it.

Black coffee, but acts like it's a personality trait:

Ronald Speirs. The barista is afraid to ask his name for the cup.

They ask him for his name. He asks why.

Orders something stupidly continental and elaborate, and acts like it's totally normal:

Lewis Nixon. Quad shot oat milk cortado with a specific temperature request.

Tips well so nobody says anything.

Just points at whatever the person in front of them ordered and orders that:

Skip Muck.

Has discovered some of his favourite drinks this way and has no regrets.

Espresso, standing, Italian-style, even at a Starbucks in suburban New Jersey:

Frank Perconte.

Will tell you how his grandmother made coffee.

You didn't ask.

Large double-double, every single time, will not be moved:

Bill Guarnere.

Has called a flat white "suspicious."

Literally has asked "why the fuck is that drink green."

Whatever's cheapest:

Babe Heffron.

Will drink gas station coffee with zero complaints and genuinely enjoy it.

Even with that disgusting powdered milk.

Tea. Not making a thing about it, just tea:

Carwood Lipton.

Camomile if it's after noon.

This is the most well-regulated man alive.

Iced coffee in January, hot coffee in July. No pattern. Refuses to explain:

Joe Toye.

Light ice so you can "have more coffee. They try to screw you with adding more ice."

Orders for the whole group without being asked, gets every order right:

George Luz.

Has a running Notes app list of everyone's preferences. This is one of everyone's fondest things about him.

Drip coffee with an obscene amount of sugar that negates the point of it being coffee:

Harry Welsh.

Malarkey once watched him put five sugars in and had to leave the room.

Forgot to order. Drinks whatever someone hands him. Falls asleep anyway:

Doc Roe.

Secret Red Bull drinker more than coffee, but also knows its bad for you.

Will deny to the bitter end its Red Bull in his coffee cup.

Americano. Was recommended it once by someone he respected and has simply never deviated:

Buck Compton.

ALL AMERICAN BOYYYYY

Orders a latte, takes one photo for his Instagram story, writes a caption about "the ritual of morning," drinks half of it. The most insufferable Millennial-core even if he's not a Millennial. If he is, he adds The Lumineers or stomp-clap music to his post unironically:

David Webster.

he so cute

Hello, dear. Sorry, I didn't recognize you with your top off.

Morning. Lew? Nix? In here.

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