Wow. You look down the insanley packed street through the crowd. There's a clearing right through and all you can see are nine people formed in a tiny parade. They are dressed in outfits that look just like the flag.
You duck into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares you a tad.
You mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." You tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather...