"Deal!" Babylon felt better than she had all day. It was good to feel her mood go on an upswing. She resumed nibbling on her pastries, and downed them with coffee. It was her drug of choice. Babs might bum a smoke or a few puffs of a joint once in a while if someone offered, but she'd never spent her own money on drugs. She was too image conscious, and she'd seen first hand what drugs, especially the hard drugs, did to people's looks. They made them look older, worn out, and downright hideous. No thanks. She was just fine. Coffee, however, was a sweet addiction she had learned from her mom.
"Oh, I'm excited now. Should we go right now? Or do you want me to meet you there later?" She made no move to leave, not until they finished eating, but she was eager to see what goodies she could find in the costume shop. Maybe she could even get an extra little something helping out there. She wondered if they were hiring assistants. Babs may not have any formal training, but she was a quick study with natural talent.