i want to undress you; vulgarize you a bit

I didn't realize 'recovery' took a break for the holidays. But then again, I never really did understand the whole suppressing one's vices. 

Correction-- how many bottles. Can't seem to remember. Quite a few I'd imagine. 

All you need is a black coffee, a litre of water, two-- or three ibuprofen, and a detailed makeup job.  But if you're on the wagon, you don't need to worry about that, do you? 

Do I detect a hint of jealousy? 

Great. Next Wednesday at four - show up.. [Eleanor fishes out a small, black book from inside the pocket of her coat; scribbling down her address in a neat script and tearing out the note for Vicky.] Here. 

You say feminist like it’s a bad thing and I can’t help but take offense. And no it doesn’t get dull.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for women doing great things. But your kind is a little too disapproving of what I do. Besides, when you starting going on and on about wage rate, sexism, cat-calling-- I can't help but stop listening. 

I hope you’re right! I’m a little cold - but I can get over that. Nothing a cup of hot coffee can’t fix.

Maybe add a shot of whiskey to that coffee. And that one barista-- with those delicious arms, and those eyes. That'll warm you up in no time.