One might think that after the Christmas party Eleanor would never drink again.
She has a pretty good night, all things considered. Sheâs at a bar she hasnât been to before, she doesnât 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 moneyâs gonna run out sooner or later.Â
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 thatâs a little too adorable, but sheâll deal.Â
âUhhh, gimme a venti mocha with an extra shot of espresso and extra whip. Oh, and extra chocolate dri-- Dude! Youâre that kid from the party!â
Yuri is pretty chill. Sheâs old and canât tell the age of anyone under like, 19, but she knows enough to know heâs not bad for a youth. Plus, he can really put away the vodka.Â
âHey, man, I hope you werenât too wrecked the next day. I only left the house to get Advil, and then I didnât move for like, 48 hours.â