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[tightjeans]

Who: Billy, Newt and anyone who wants to join them.
Where: Starkbucks
What: Getting coffee and pupperchinos
When: 2pm, Sunday the 20th.
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Billy's never really been a 'sit around and have a coffee in the sun' kinda guy but there's something about this place and the ease he feels since being here -as long as you ignored the moving buildings and the disappearing garbage trucks like he did- that means he finds himself doing just that.

Newt is at his feet, licking at an empty cup as if it's going to magically make more warm milk appear if he keeps it up and Billy is leaned back in his chair, coffee in one hand and a book in the other, enjoying the sounds of people moving around town and going about their own business.

Almost as if he knows you're there -which he does but you have no way of knowing that- Billy slides his bookmark into place and puts the book and his cup down, stretching his arms above his head.

"You're welcome to sit, if you want."

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[runs_on_batteries]

Starkbucks. It was still mostly a joke among his immediate circle and within his own head, but it was bringing in a remarkable amount of resources he didn't have otherwise. It was quite pleasant to be back in the laps of luxury after the train. True, he'd had the largest amount of personal space and equipment, but it hadn't felt like real wealth. Wealth was freedom and there was none of that on that damn train.

On top of everything else he got from this place, he also got a free cup of excellent coffee and pastry whenever the mood struck him. He'd likely be ignored the first time he walked by as he came in to get his coffee and possibly his second as he left to go find a different store. However, the third time, it'd be hard to miss as he came with a rawhide bone in hand and offered it to the handsome looking devil at some guy's feet.

The invitation to sit was met with some surprise, but then Tony accepted it and put his coffee on the table to hold out a hand to the door. "Who's your buddy here?"

[tightjeans]

Billy is simultaneously aware of the man, in the same way he's aware of almost anyone who comes near him, and completely oblivious to the way he wanders past. It's one of the funny things about being able to read minds and sense other people; he's always aware of where they are, almost like he's assessing a threat, but he refuses to pry and so it's easy to just let them go about their own business without really engaging with them in anyway.

There's something in the way he slowed that had alerted Billy enough to pay attention.

It's the mention of Newt that brings a smile to Billy's face though and he looks down at the Shepherd at his feet.

"You talking to me or the dog?"