2:06PM, Tuesday afternoon

::sets down her briefcase and takes a seat at the counter:: This "real world" shit is for the birds! The judge ruled some of my key evidence inadmissable and I just wanted to Spinning Birdkick the bitch. I kept it together though...I don't want to get disbarred.
I feel your pain, Chun-Li. There was a teenager in here earlier and he left a dreadful mess out of the cream and sugar. It took all my willpower not to take my shotgun out from behind the counter and teach him some manners. Then, I found myself calling for my butler to clean up the mess.
::chugs the rest of her latte:: Whoever said "Change is good" should be dragged into Times Square and stoned to death.
Lara, when are you gonna get a TV up in this joint? If I'm gonna have to hear chicks bitching I should just watch Jerry Springer. At least they take their shirts off.
Sorry, Mr. Masters but I can't stand television. It's far too depressing.
No, what's depressing is that shirt, Ken! This is New York, not the cayman Islands...you look like a reject from the Miami Vice casting call.
Bite me. This shirt is worth more than your life.
Yea and they have the same return policy: suicide.
So, what'll it be, Dear?
I'm assuming you mean coffee. I'll have a tall skim cappuccino...throw an extra shot in there. I'll need it if I ever plan on winning this case.
I'm glad my job is low-stress. I just fix bikes and send them on their way. Any interaction with these mortals and I'd...well, the overpopulation thing wouldn't be an issue anymore
Speaking of which, don't let your probation officer know about that extra pair of sai in your sock drawer.
Sock drawer? Not a chance! They're right here in my...
::quickly takes the weapons from Mileena:: I'll take those. I still haven't gotten all the blood spatter off the wall from the last time you brought those in here.
::looks around, licking her lips:: There's still some left?
::enters and takes a seat between Ken and Chun-Li:: What's the matter, Snaggles? Did you spot a tasty piece of drywall?
I was just looking for my leftovers.
Oh, my bad...I thought you were doing something weird. ::rolls eyes:: I'll have the dark roast, cream, no sugar.
Coming right up, Love. Rough day thusfar?
Yea, did you see anything morbid? If so, can I have some?
Any dead whores? Because I can account for my whereabouts last night...
No and the less I know about where you were last night, the easier my coffee will go down.
::takes her cappuccino to go:: Love to stay and hear the gory details but I gotta prep a witness. I'll see you guys later. ::opens the door::
Good riddance. May you catch a disease from the courthouse restroom!
::Pokes her head back in the door:: May the one you already have come out of remission! ::slams door and walks away::
::itches his crotch:: Damn the power of suggestion.