When everyone had gone batshit crazy, Charlotte had retreated to a pub. It was really the only natural course of action in her mind. She'd been bouncing between this place, one other one, and her apartment, although her roommate was becoming quickly intolerable.
Charlotte raised her eyes as a girl came in, looking just as despaired as could be, and ordered two drinks. Raising her eyebrows, Charlotte stood up from her bar stool and wandered over to sit next to the newcomer.
"What are you, then, twelve? Thirteen?" She asked bluntly. The locals might not have cared about legal drinking age, but she still twinged every time she saw somebody who looked pretty clearly underage at one of these places.