Re: b&b: connie/frank - coffee
[Connie didn't expect him to be so nice and she grinned brightly at the compliment about her music and how he talked to Thane. She was small town, which meant she would have still been good neighborly if he didn't get her. But, she was really glad that he did. Maybe he was a secret weirdo? Those were the best kind.
She crossed her arms and leaned back against the bar wall, watching to make sure the first sip of coffee was any good. Connie smiled broadly, like she knew it was the real deal, and then nodded like a doctor who just prescribed some good pain pills. No fancy, flavored coffee in her place. This stuff was her jet fuel.] Hee, a statue sounds so cool. I bet the ghosts would love that. I mean guests. No- ghosts. Guests and ghosts. [Her voice seemed to twirl around playfully, finger in the air like she was trying to pick which one she meant. Connie turned to pour herself a cup (added a little sugar) and then clunk her mug against his.]
Are you too much of a tough guy for cookies? [She grinned, slowly reaching under the bar to reveal a plate of white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies.] Eeeh?