At least two of those baristas behind the counters are rubbing the bridge of their nose or facepalming at what looks like a repeat of yesterday morning.

Backing up to the doors, Alex kicks the bottom of one with the back of his foot a couple of times to grab someone's attention so he can pass off his drinks. Before he lets the door swing shut, though, he glances at Fil, then inside Starbucks again. He points to and motions for one of their wooden chairs. An older man drags it to him, holding the door open enough for Alex to carry the chair out.

Setting the chair down sideways, he stomps down on the legs, breaking them off to use as makeshift weapons. He talks quickly while doing so. "I got a sword, but it's in my truck." He tosses the first two chair legs Fil's way. "Maybe you can use these first, steal the King's axe."

The cards are almost close...