Xanny furiously types away at her keyboard, hey brow furrowed slightly in concentration. She can't BELIEVE the gall of some of these interweb suckers, trying to tell her that she shouldn't be pirating stuff because it's 'bad' and 'illegal'. The NERVE! So, of course, she's chewing them out like the keyboard warrior she is, occasionally taking a sip of mountain dew or a nibble of her chocolate chip muffin. The internet café is filled with nerdy chatter, the sounds of keyboard keys clacking and fresh coffee being brewed. But Xanny is too caught-up in her own little argument to pay much attention to the environment she loves so dearly, focused solely on the satisfaction of besting a stranger she literally doesn't know.

"Ugh... this dweeb needs to learn when to quit...

Xanny mutters to herself, glancing away from the computer for a moment and averting her gaze to her bustling surroundings. The café was riddled with regulars, save for two strangers. One, a dark-skinned young man with a purplish-black flattop haircut and a purple-and-yellow letterman jacket, sipping a Dr Pepper nonchalantly. The other, sitting across from him, seemed to be a woman in a sleeveless iris-colored minidress with golden eyes and long, messy black hair, chirping a little too eagerly about how she'd 'accidentally' killed a CIA agent over a feud involving a piano in a construction site. But Xanny isn't the type to be nosy... (well, she absolutely IS, but she's got an argument to win, first.) And so, Xanny glances back at her laptop, a determined glare on her face as she checks for her opponent's latest reply.