Owner	Pose
Evan Cooper	Evan sent a message through 'channels' to Lonnie. It's been a while since they last talked and he wanted to compare notes and just generally see if there is any news worth sharing. He's standing outside of the Coffee Bean holding a to-go cup of something hot judging by the gingerly way he takes a small sip from the cup. He tugs his phone out to check the time, then slides it away. Lonnie's a few minutes late, but given the kind of lifestyles they both lead, extra time spent casing out a location is just good sense. So Evan patiently waits.
Lonnie Machin	Lonnie arrives... on foot. He has a small terrier-mutt with him, one ear up, one ear down, wearing a little dog jacket with various patches on it like 'ACAB' with a dog peeing on a police car and 'No Gods No Masters'. He raises an eyebrow and casually leans against the side of the building, while his dog investigates a nearby tree.
Evan Cooper	Evan pushes off the wall he was leaning against and heads in Lonnie's direction. His eyes carefully take in the environment without /looking/ like he's taking in the environment. Turns out, Evan is actually pretty good at casually acting like he's not acting casual. "For some reason you struck me as a Great Dane or Rottweiler type," Evan quips as he squats down and offers out his hand to the pooch. He nods in Lonnie's direction. "Everything cool with you these days?"
Lonnie Machin	The dog casually looks up and licks Evan's fingers. "I don't believe in purebreeds." Lonnie says, before he raises his eyebrows. "Depends on what you mean by cool. Is the world still on fire? Yes. Do I feel like I'm accomplishing some good? ...Yes. Is it enough? ...Never. His name is Yap." Lonnie says, "And his IQ is higher than your average GCPD police officer."
Evan Cooper	Giving Yap a quick scritch under the chin, Evan stands back up. "This cup of coffee has an IQ higher than a GCPD officer. Or NYPD. You know that it's legal -- and common practice -- for police departments to deny applicants for having too high an IQ? Jordan v. The City of New London. It's a fucking fascinating read." "I guess I mean exactly what I asked. Is everything cool with you? Your wellbeing can't always be measured by the successes and failures around you. Sometimes it's just...something nebulous and undefinable. Sometimes things are either just cool or not cool for no palpable reason." Evan takes a sip of coffee and watches Lonnie's reaction.
Lonnie Machin	Lonnie raises his eyebrows. "I'm a goal-oriented person. So even if I was feeling low, I would orient on the things I need to get done. I've always been guilty of abnegation of the self in favor of a higher ideal of action." He shrugs his shoulders, and then admits, "Things could always be better, but right now, let's call it a sustainable holding pattern. Seems appropriate."
Evan Cooper	"Alright, right on," Evan remarks as he drains his coffee. The cup is a disposable to-go cup, but it looks pretty beat up like he uses it over and over again. "I just wanted to touch base. You have my contact info if you need a hand with anything." He leans down and gives Yap a light head-scratch before he heads on down the sidewalk. Quick meetings, minimal public appearances, scant socialization. These are the tools of the trade for those who work behind the scenes against the establishment.