Chai Latte with a double shot of espresso (Closed Rpg)

It was an unusually lax day among the streets of Washington D.C. On K Street, otherwise know as the Lobby Loung for the glutt of corporate interests set up along the asphalts path. There were few shops between said corporate buildings but there was one set to open today. The Red stone was a posh and yet homely coffee house. The robust aroma of arrabica beans being roasted freshly for the expected crowds wafted from the kitchen where special blends were prepared daily.

Atticus Blaire was unaccompanied. There were no aids, manager or fans tagging along and he was happy for the solitude. Perplexed however was he to the perpetual stripping of life of the usually bustling streets. It was chill, and brown leaves floated on the cool breeze. He walked inside of the new coffee house and and everyone applauded thinking this would bring customers on their first day open, but he downed them curtailing their enthusiasm when he made aware of his singularity. "Will you have something?" the barrista asked, pointing to the board of selected favorites. "Do you have tea... I hate coffee" She laughed thinking it was a joke but it was not, and she informed him that they did in fact carry coffee but they would have to add some form of coffee to it as store policy. "English breakfast please and if you have almond mild then I would prefer that if not then use soy please." it ended up tasting like breakfast cereal... But he sat down on one of the absurdly modern chairs and began to drink, enjoy lying the peace.

"He's seeing eye" Atticus looked up from his table in the corner. Stopping just short of rolling his eyes at the appearance of Orpheous Ziev his opponent in race. The agon between the two men was palpable, and he remembered that Candidate Ziev was blind, and he rolled them anyway. Watching him order though there was a similarity between them. He hated milk, as did Atticus. "Fancy meeting you here" he spoke as if there was not tension between the two... This assumption on Atticus' part, that he was somehow toying with him was going to be reciprocated. "Fancy? Aren't you from Kentucky? I would have expected a howdy or something more sweet tea oriented... Fancy it is then." The quip was short lived, as he never had very much to say within the confines of small talk... "It's cold outside" he said in a low voice.