Oscar took a long, satisfied sip of his coffee, savoring the biting bitterness and aroma of the drink as the caffeine refreshed his senses. Ah, what a truly lovely day. He then took the money from the trembling cashier, and turned around, pointing his gun now at the Bean Lately's patrons.
"Alright, folks! Cell phones and wallets, please. And really, don't try anything stupid. Seriously. This isn't a comic book! None of you are heroes." Oscar said, in between sips. He walked as he talked, jabbing the gun at each civilian. There weren't that many other patrons, and soon, the gothic gangster had made his way to a table where two young women sat-- Well, one was sitting, the other was trembling under the table. Fittingly, she was wearing a yellow hoodie. Oscar almost laughed.
"Scared, kid?" Oscar said, baring his pointed teeth in a smug grin, "Don't worry. I won't bite. Phones and wallets."
He turned the gun at Althia. "Come on, I ain't got all day!"