[oom: with friends like these… ]
Barry is parked at the end of the counter on a stool with his chin in his hand and an elbow resting on the wood bartop. Sitting in a slouch that's kind of favoring one side, his head is down and he's swiping through and reading news stories on his tablet.
One is about a failed armored car heist, another is about an apartment building fire. There are others about car chases, and interrupted robberies, small crimes and one or two large. Most of them are just normal news articles, facts and accounts, but a few mention a mysterious 'Red Streak'.
Barry flips through them at a sluggish pace, a quiet frown on.
He's not really looking for company right now, but unbeknownst to him when he asks Bar for a cup of coffee she produces two, one in front of him, and one sitting as an open invitation in the empty spot next to him.
A beat later and a pair of sugar cookies frosted like jack o' lanterns appear on small plates next to each cup. [ooc: the translation field can be working or not in this post, as you chose! :D Barry and I can play it either way. Barry speaks English and textbook Spanish (meaning he took classes in school and learned it decently well enough, but it's been awhile and he's never actually used it to have any "real-world" conversations). Post open through the weekend.]