Who: Balthazar and Lizzie What: Balthazar has some explaining to do When: Afternoon Where: Starbucks Rating: Low
Balthazar didn't normally go to Starbucks to drink. On rare occasions, yes, but Starbucks wasn't exactly the high end coffee experience it touted to be. He made better coffee at home, really. Sure, he didn't even need to drink it and it wasn't like the caffeine did anything for him either, but it was enjoyable and Balthazar was all about doing what was enjoyable.
Today he was there before Castiel asked for one of those sugary beverages he was convinced was created by a demon to wreak havoc on people's health. Of course, humans were quick capable at inventing their own demises so he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case either.
He stood in the line waiting for his order. The Barista suddenly called out names, badly pronouncing both. "Frap for...Cast-eel? And a black coffee for, uh.. Balt-sar?"
Balthazar rolled his eyes as he approached and grabbed his drinks in a tray. "Yes, thank you for your illiteracy."