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“Hey, that’s mine!”
Vaggie tapped the shoulder of the female hellhound who’d just taken the iced latte from the counter.
Loona took one earbud out, seemingly unfazed. “You already have a drink,” she commented, shrugging.
“This is for… my girlfriend!” Vaggie responded, defensively, before adding... “But the fuck’s that matter? That cup there’s got my damn name on it, puta sinvergüenza !”
Loona looked at the name on the cup and took a sip. Vaggie’s eye started twitching. The hellhound turned around, put her earbud back in, and headed for the door.
Vaggie snapped, and before she could process the situation, Loona found herself at the business end of an angelic weapon. ”¿Qué coño crees que estás haciendo, perra imbécil?”
Loona stared at the pointy tip aimed at her chest wide-eyed. She backed away holding the Latte out defensively. “You. Got issues.”
Vaggie snagged the drink, and put the spear away, continuously glaring as she headed out. The entire Hellbucks had gone silent.
Everyone watched the door shut close behind the manic moth demon, eyes following her down the street outside.
It was the barista who eventually broke the silence - putting an identical cup on the counter.
“O-oatmilk latte for Vagsh-y?"