When she got her drink, she scooped it up in her hand, thanked the guy, and took a wonderful, illuminating sip. That caffeine, in her imagination or not, hit hard, sparking something inside her head like a flicked lighter. Then she took another sip, just to repeat it.
"Well, I'm over twenty-one now, so it's not like you're going to bust me for underage drinking," Charlie said and gave a shrug. It didn't really matter to her. Jay didn't seem like too much of a hardass anyway, but then again Charlie wasn't breaking the law right now. That'd be an interesting scenario, she thought. Though it wasn't as if she broke the law often...anymore. "Maybe cops just don't scare me," she said with a smirk. It probably was true. Charlie put down her cup and held the sides with both hands, tapping her nails against the creamy ceramic. "Definitely two boxes. Plus no early mornings and alcohol, so really there's four boxes. Cute patrons too. Five," she rattled off with a shrug and tore a piece of her own flaky confection and bit into it. Lemon and something else. She let it sit on her tongue. Thank god it wasn't Apricot.
"So, you here on your own or do you got people?" After twenty years, it seemed unreasonable that she wouldn't have anyone, but it was easier to ask that then ask her to list off people she liked in town. That'd definitely come off as creepster.