[center][h3][color=black]Raymond Severus Jones[/color]
[color=71cec2]Johanna Raske[/color]
[color=800080]Marilee E. Laikos[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Café
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] each other [@McHaggis][@obscurus][@LovelyAnastasia] and texting Clarissa [@GoddessSophia][/center][hr][hr]

As Ray got behind the counter he quickly composed that text to his sister.

[center][color=black][b]To: Clarissa
From: Raymond
Sis, what did you do to my customers? It's been way too quiet here and I haven't seen Vivian for a while. I know you don't like her. So what did you do to her? I'm not particulary fond of these kind of jokes, so you better tell me what's going on.
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Perhaps she had nothing to do with it. Perhaps it was indeed paranoia. But he was hungry for the information and she needed to know that they were not going to be friends, just because he contacted her. 
He put away his phone and looked back at Johanna.
[b][color=black]"So what's your style? You don't seem like an americano, nor like a cappuccino."[/color][/b]

The only other two customers came to pay for their drinks. When they left,  it was only Johanna and him in the café. Oh and a girl standing in the  middle of the café. Ray glanced at her. [i][color=black]What's up with  her?[/color][/i]
He nodded at her. [b][color=black]"Can I help you?"[/color][/b]

Johanna  wasn't sure how to respond to Severus's obvious distaste for his half-sister. Or was it full sister? One couldn't be sure with the Gods;  sometimes they stuck with the same person. Personally she didn't really  know her half-brother, but she was sure they'd get along fine if they spent perhaps ten minutes together in the same room. It must suck, she  decided, to hate someone who's related to you.

[color=71cec2]"Johanna  Raske – it's Joey, if you want to be more American,"[/color] she told  him. [color=71cec2]"[i]Daughter of Hermes.[/i]"[/color] It always felt  so important to clarify that, and Johanna had never met a demigod who didn't tack on their parentage to the end of their name – or make someone guess it. 

Coffee was free? Ooh, fabulous. She'd never been given free coffee before!  Heavily discounted, maybe, because she was nothing if not a  bargain-hunter, but never on the house. She paused, then added,  [color=71cec2]"I'll pay for one of mine, then. I need a spare one to  keep my snake warm."[/color] Johanna followed Severus inside, still  smiling a little dopily. [color=71cec2]"I'll have a... black coffee for Ouroboros, and – do you do soy lattes?"[/color]

[b][color=black]"Nice to meet you Joey."[/color][/b] He froze for a moment when she mentioned her snake. [b][color=black]"A snake?!'[/color][/b] He scratched his nose as he thought about that. [b][color=black]"So that's what's under your sleeve. Well you are in luck because snakes drink for free in this place. Can I see him?"[/color][/b] He was not going to stop now. Some students here surprised you with their habits, line of thought, powers, objects, pets or whatnot. And Ray was always ready to go down that rabbit hole. 
[b][color=black]"And soy lattes we do, but you'll have to go easy on me for your expectations on the latte art then."[/color][/b]

"Oh, no, it's fine. It's all about the taste for me," Johanna reassured him, and blushed slightly. She usually kept Oreo hidden when she took him out on walks – it wasn't exactly hard, given he was far, far too small for a lead (which would look sort of ridiculous anyway). The one time she had taken Jörmungandr wrapped around her neck, and torso, and arm had resulted in far too many stares for the self-conscious snake to bear.

Tugging off her glove, she held out her other hand to catch the black, bracelet-sized snake, no thicker than a pencil, from falling. He tasted the air hesitantly. "This is Oreo. He's my newest – Hermes gave me him. [i]Say hello[/i]."The last bit was hissed towards the snake and most assuredly not in English, again thanks to her good old dad's genetics.

The hissing surprised Ray. The hissing from Joey at least. He made a mental note: [i][color=black]talks to snakes. pretty cool.[/color][/i] He had put the espressomachine to work, and had taken out the soy milk. Whilst waiting for the antique device to do it's thing, Ray came to take a look at the snake. 
[b][color=black]"He looks cute."[/color][/b] He carefully stretched out his hand to the snake and held it in front of it. That seemed safer than petting it. [i][color=black]please don't be venomous.[/color][/i]
[b][color=black]"Hello Oreo, I'm Ray. Pleasure to meet you."[/color][/b]
The urge came to him to shake the snake as if it were a hand. But he decided that that was probably a bad idea. 
He turned around again to steam up the soy milk and prepare the orders. The latte art he made was supposed to resemble Hermes staff with the snakes. It wasn't very clean, but still recognizable. 
[b][color=black]"A soy latte for the lady, and one americano for the snake."[/color][/b] He said as he put the coffees in front of them. He was proud that he was in the occasion to say that sentence. He loved the academy for these moments.
[b][color=black]"So is he actually going to drink that?"[/color][/b] Ray asked curious. It seemed a bit much for the snake. About it's body weight in coffee, probably.

"Thanks!" Johanna smiled at the latte art on top. Her dad would get a kick out of that – if only he had a phone she could Snapchat or Instagram it to. Oreo slithered back up to take a clinging position around Johanna's other wrist as she took the two coffees. "Oh, Gods, no, that would kill him," she said, aghast. "He likes to wrap himself around a warm mug, and it's not really fair if I take him out and don't get him something, you know?"

Johanna shuffled a bit to the side as she started her drink, sitting the spare coffee and her snake on a napkin to do his thing. She was still at the counter but not in the way of the other customers... Customer. Singular.  

Marilee supposed that she looked odd standing right in the middle of the cafe. But she always looked odd to people, so perhaps this wasn't too bad. It was better than talking to 'thin air', like she usually did when a wandering spirit got lonely and decided to chat. Someone had spoken, but she had been too caught up in her head to notice. Finally she saw that there were already two other people inside. A guy behind the counter and a girl sitting.

Very well, she was suppose to seat herself then. Her boot sounded a bit loud to her nervous ears as she walked a few steps and sat at the counter, a seat between her and the other girl.  Slowly glanceing over with pale blue eyes, she almost spoke to her but decided it was rude, and she turned her attention to the menu.

[color=8882be]"I'd..." [/color]her voice was low and wavered under pressure,[color=8882be] "I'd like a hot tea... If you have any. Please."[/color]