Victor sighed as the line shuffled forward. Yuuri had just died and he was very sad, sad enough that he was here in a common Starbucks like a common commoner, trying to drown his sorrows with a Unicorn Frappuccino.

"Dommage," a deep voice thrilled. "We're all out of unicorns."

Victor looked up into the barista's handsome face and the compassion in his azure eyes brought the first smile in days to Victor's lips. "Is there something else you'd recommend? I don't know what kind of coffee common people drink."

"I'm sure I can think of something." The barista reached out and took Victor's hand gently in his.

[ oh, god, I don't have an exit strategy for the coffeeshop AU ]

Anyhow, so long as we don't kill off Makkachin, we won't get jumped in a dark alley.

Victor would be devastated! Which is what I hope will be interesting. :)