#elioluna

As much as Brie enjoyed a crowd, these days she found herself needing to step outside for a bit of air more often than she cared to admit. She knew she needed to give up smoking -- It was a nasty habit she'd picked up in private school, and couldn't quite kick as an adult. The blonde found that the cool Chicago air was complemented by the smell of cigarette smoke. Plus, it gave her a moment to herself. What she hadn't expected as she stepped outside, was to find Elio already out there with a cigarette of his own. Eyes narrow as she gets a better look at him, lighting the cigarette between her teeth before she speaks. He'd gone on smoke breaks with her before, but she knew he only actually picked up a cigarette if he was stressed. "You look like shit." She comments simply, taking a deep inhale of her cigarette, arms crossed over her chest. Briefly, she wished she'd worn something with a bit more coverage -- At least the cigarette and alcohol will keep her warm. "What are you doing out here?"

While the Old Standard isn't Brie's first pick when it comes to dining, it's managed to crawl it's way up her list. Her fondness for the diner mostly comes from sentiment -- Elio had become a friend, and she'd grown fond of his family. It was difficult to say no to them, despite how greasy everything on the menu was. Since her move to the West side of town, she finds herself frequenting the establishment more often -- Sitting on one of the bar stools, chatting with Elio or one of the club members hanging around during her lunch hour. "Please tell me you have oat milk hidden somewhere in this place." Brie doesn't bother with a proper hello, simply sets her empty thermos cup on the counter top once she's made it to Elio. "I need more caffeine or I'll fall asleep at my desk." The blonde clarifies, taking her usual seat on one of the bar stools. "And if you make me drink whole milk, I think our friendship will be fractured beyond repair."