@baristacoyote

A small inkblot shuffled into the coffee shop. It was obvious from his slow, clumsy movements that he was either extremely drunk or extremely tired. As he approached the counter, his blank white eyes seemed to have little red veins at the edges, and there were large purple bags under them. They seemed seconds away from closing at any given moment, though there was clear resistance from their owner.

“Hi…” the Repairman drowsily started, producing a large wad of unorganized bills. “I’d like the…uh…”

Gosh, the spots in front of his eyes and his increasingly blurry vision were not helping him read what they had here.

“…What’s the most caffeinated thing you ha–ZZZZZZ”

He slumped against the counter as he rapidly lost willpower. Something must have still been resisting, though, because he snapped back awake and looked at the coyote with a “You didn’t see that, right?” expression.

“…you have?” he finished.