Charlie nodded, feeling no shame in admitting to his vices. "Yeah... some pot, mostly coke. It doesn't work as well as it used to. I mean, the high isn't as great, and it definitely doesn't last as long. But a friend of mine gave me some shit that works a bit better. It's infused with blood." He would have asked her if she was interested, but she didn't seem the sort to snort. Besides, after his last conversation with Ada, he was feeling a bit guilty for helping to feed her addiction. For Charlie, there had never been a dependency on coke, and he was very fortunate in that regard. He didn't use when he was around his family, and if things were getting really hectic in his life and he didn't have the luxury of taking the edge off for a while, then he could easily abstain for a few weeks. It was hell when you really needed the stuff, physically or mentally. Sex was his major addiction. If he wasn't getting laid, then he was definitely yanking it. Charlie couldn't go a day without. Hell, sometimes he couldn't go more than a few hours without!
"Talented at what?" He had no idea what sorts of things she was interested in. Maybe she was a singer, or athlete, or artist, or scholar... he didn't know. Charlie was very talented when it came to athletic stuff, but he'd never been all that book smart. Didn't really bother him though. He was street smart, and Charlie thought that was a better skill to have. There were other people in the world who could grow up to be rocket scientists. Charlie was perfectly content to run the bike and auto shop with his brother. It made him happy, and it had always kept a roof over his head.
"Don't think of it as being dumb. I mean, just because you don't know about stuff, doesn't imply stupidity. You're just... not experienced. And you've got loads of time to get out there and learn the stuff you want to learn. The shy part's a bit harder to overcome, I imagine. But, hey, you sat down and started a conversation with me, so maybe you're working past that too?"