All my friends are heathens

Maximus smirked, almost having fun with this conversation (it was a miracle!). “Not really, but it’s so common in Europe. And then you have with a lot of honey, or just. That’s usually how I’m used to it being taken. I drink all my tea without anything.” Though, he doesn’t drink it often, he used to a lot more when Ashia lived with him.

Trudy chuckled, a smirk twisting at her lips at the other’s comment, eyes fluttering close at the lovely feeling of her back getting scrubbed by the soft loofa the guard gave her. “Mmmm….a innocent thing like me has to be careful around here, hm?” She asked, a playful tone on her voice. “Trudy, sir.” She replied, lancing over at him again. “I can always give you more if you want, sir.” She purred, eyes flashing with lust as she not so subtly, drew a hand down to caress the curving dip of one of her tits.

Natalie watched him turn the cup around and there in the barista’s handwriting was her name. With an amused smile she held out her hand and took the cup from him. “Thank you.” She took a sip of it, making a small moan of pleasure, aw sweet, sweet coffee. “And what’s wrong with my drink? I think it tastes pretty good. It’s what gets me through the day.” She took another sip, needing the caffeine. “I think that makes two of us, I need at least three cups to be fully awake.”

His cup came and she watched him drink his own, trying to see the name written on his own cup. But her eyes moved back up to his face, feeling like she had seen him around before somewhere. Natalie couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere so when he spoke up, she laughed softly, feeling like just read her thoughts though she knew it was impossible. “I have that same feeling, but I’m not sure where I know you from.” 

He smiled, arching his eyebrows in disbelief and amusement. “Have you spoken to a doctor about your addiction?” He joked. “I hope those drinks aren’t had in quick succession.”

Prometheus deserves no credits - not many anyway - because he had to read it quickly on his phone, before saying it again out loud. This is coffee to him, it’s just hot liquid coffee flavoured caramel.

Theus almost laughs at the irony— the last time someone ruined his day in a coffee shop, it didn’t quite go like this. But he’s not going to need telling again to take whatever the client is offering— he has to be a client.

                      “ — You could come to see me dance at Desires, and tip me well. That would make it up to me.

“Busy week, and I’m dead on my feet. So it’s either this, or I jump start my heart with a car battery”. Seth reached for the cup, not really caring that some stranger drank out of it. He needed it and he wasn’t going to order another one. “Hm, I started to do this when I was finishing up my degree. Had to pull four all nighters in a row, and decided that if I was going to die, I was at least going to die after I turned in my paper”. 

He chuckled. He remembered the days of studying and turning in essays on human behaviour. Though they were a while ago, he’s somewhat happy that some things hadn’t changed all that much since then. “Well, I’m glad you chose the safer option, to an extent.” He smiled. “Caffeine will kill you, just not as quickly as a car battery hooked up to your heart.”

He waits for his order. It’s crowded today and he tries not to bump into anyone. At 6′6″ and his size, he tends to scare off a few younger and smaller people. Although, he always smiles kindly at them and apologises for not being more careful. He spots a small hand about to reach for a drink, but it gets stolen from someone else who turns to him after taking a sip. He chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s no mine. It’s hers.” He points to a ten-year old girl who looks very pressed that her drink was stolen. Although, her face makes her looks adorable. He squats down and smiles at the child. “I’m sure he meant disgustingly amazing. He’ll get you a new one with a cookie to apologise.” If the vampire doesn’t, he’ll do it. The girl smiles and looks up expectantly at the client. He tries very hard not to laugh and hopes the other won’t get mad at him for it.

Fred looked down at the small child near his legs. The look on her face telling him that he had committed an egregious sin against her. But the exchange with the taller man, who was only slightly taller than him, brought a smile to his lips. He couldn’t help but be reminded of his own daughter so long ago. He ordered a cookie and a new drink for the girl. Fred also requested a tab of sorts to be set up for the little girl that he would pay every day. After some arguing with the barista and then the manager, he got his way.

 He got down in front of her, handing her the cookie and drink. “I am very sorry little miss. But I’ve also made sure that you will get free drinks and cookies from here from now on.”

“Does it taste like it gave you diabetes? Because yes, that’s mine.” If she was more immature, she would say ew boy cooties and left the drink. She wasn’t, so she makes a reach motion for the double caramel late with three extra espresso shots. Leda came for a kick of caffeine and sugar, and damn it, she already paid 5 dollars for that and she was going to drink it. “ Also I really hope your name isn’t Leda, because I can only deal with so many greek named people.”

Fred shook his head and laughed. “No, it’s not Greek. My name is a bit more north than that.” He gave her the drink, grateful for it to be out of his hand and away from him. There was only so much sugar one could tolerate in the morning and that had surpassed it. “Do you encounter many Greek named people here?” He asked as he grabbed his own drink, double checking the name this time.

Alexander was exhausted, and while he wasn’t typically a coffee person he was in dire need of it today. He had a good amount of work that needed to be done at the office now that he was back from his vacation and wanted to get as much of it done as he could. The trip away with his escort had been worth it, but he always had to pay the price when it was time to come back. The reason he stood among a group of people waiting for their early morning coffee. 

His focus was on his phone, responding to texts from his employees and checking the current emails he had missed over night. He looked up as he heard his name, about to go up and grab his drink but pausing as he watched another man grab it and take a drink. He rose an eyebrow at the man, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He chuckled and shook his head. “Not a fan of boring old black coffee? Or is it the blood that’s put you off?” 

Fred arched an eyebrow and smiled. “No,” he replied with a smile. “The blood was the only good part of the whole drink.” 

“Nothing wrong with tea either, but I guess if you were expecting tea, an espresso must have been a surprise for your taste buds.” Maximus preferred  Tsikoudia pure at any times of the day, especially by his pool, but he was still trying (miserably) to be more sociable. “And I guess you drink your tea with no sugar and a lick of milk?”

Trudy smiled at the other as she passed him the loofa, allowing a flash of one of her wet tits with that silver barbell catching the light. “A girl like me is lucky to have men like you around.” She hummed, holding her hair away for the other. She even arched her back a little, perky ass pushing out a little to the other. 

His eyes flashed briefly before he clamped down on the heat that was rising in his stomach. He smiled. “Of course,” he chuckled. “Though you also do have to be careful because there are those who may take advantage of someone so... Trusting.” He swallowed another lump in his throat as he grabbed the loofah from her. He couldn’t help it as his eyes followed the movements of her body. He kept on telling himself to be professional, but she was making it difficult. 

She has no idea what she’s ordered. Having been told to fetch a drink, that is what she’s done. It had taken a good deal of concentration on her part to remember the command, but she had been determined to succeed, and so she had, despite the anxiety that is almost consuming her whole. 

She doesn’t like it in the light.

             She doesn’t like it outside the Chateau’s strong stone walls.

The man’s comment makes her falter, uncertainty a noose around her porcelain neck. Perhaps she’d failed, after all. It wouldn’t surprise her.

Slaves were doomed to fail.

“Thank you,” she replies, because he’d told her to say it. “Yes, I ordered it. But… I must have got it wrong.”      

He opened his mouth, before closing it again. He eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “What makes you say that?” He asked, forever the psychologist. “I’m sure it’s not wrong, I’ve just got no sense of taste.”

Fred smiled kindly at the small woman. He took a note of her posture and expressions, cataloguing them away for later. “Is the drink for you? Let me get you a new one. You don’t want one that I’ve spread my germs on.”