#thread:wynne&ava

her hand wrapped around the cup that held what she would tell everyone was her favorite seasonal drink and she walked out of the shop with the blonde by her side. after taking a sip, she scrunched her nose up and glanced over at her. "jesus christ, this tastes like it was brewed three days ago." she complained. "how's your drink?" she wondered if maybe she was just being dramatic or if they genuinely gave her old coffee. "i mean," she glanced back at the door, "should i go back in there? i'm afraid they'll spit in my drink or something."