One might think that after the Christmas party Eleanor would never drink again.
She has a pretty good night, all things considered. She’s at a bar she hasn’t been to before, she doesn’t run into anyone she knows, and she ends up making out with a super hot girl before she has to run to the bathroom to be sick. The girl is gone when she reemerges, but you take what you can get.
This morning, however, is fucking brutal. She could just lay in her sweats and watch reruns, but maybe she should like, keep looking for a job since her money’s gonna run out sooner or later.
After a quick shower, she heads out in search of coffee. Sugar and caffeine is a decent fix for a hangover, right? Right. She finds a place that’s a little too adorable, but she’ll deal.
“Uhhh, gimme a venti mocha with an extra shot of espresso and extra whip. Oh, and extra chocolate dri-- Dude! You’re that kid from the party!”
Yuri is pretty chill. She’s old and can’t tell the age of anyone under like, 19, but she knows enough to know he’s not bad for a youth. Plus, he can really put away the vodka.
“Hey, man, I hope you weren’t too wrecked the next day. I only left the house to get Advil, and then I didn’t move for like, 48 hours.”