All she wanted was a damned raspberry italian soda, but could fucking starbucks figure out how to mix club soda with flavored syrups? Apparently not. What the hell kind of b.s. was this? "Fine, coffee, large, no I'm not ordering with that stupid bullshit yuppy crap fake sizes, give me a large with a shot of caramel." Whose idea was it to put a friggin' starbucks on campus rather than an actual coffee shop? This sucked and she couldn't sleep already, stupid nightmares. Fine, she just wouldn't sleep. Ever. Again.
Cranky, growly and irritated with having some snotty prep get all weird at her about ordering coffee. She glanced over her shoulder at the smoldering sweet scent of a clove and decided she wanted one. She fished into her pocket but her box of Djarum Blacks was empty. Aw hell, tonight just got better and better.
The girl took her coffee and meandered over to flop across from Gambit with an arced brow, "Spot a girl a clove?"