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"Nope, new year - new joints, new us."

She slid into the empty booth, immediately flipping over the placemat menu to stare at her plethora of options. Her wallet was cast aside on the booth seat beside her as her eyes finally rose to meet with her companion's. "And you're not turning that piece of junk into the next Herbie the Love Bug, thanks. I may not have much of a reputation left, but you won't ruin what's left of it."

Her finger skimmed across the page, glancing at the appetizers and then towards the breakfast and lunch sections. An eyebrow rose as her gaze settled on a familiar word.

"Ever had beignets before?"

"A classic example as to why no one should invest in a hunk of junk, maybe."

It felt good, to banter again. With renewed energy, her hand raised itself up to flag down the waitress who was already well on her way to the new customers' table. A flourish with her wrist brought the hand back down towards the menu, poised and ready to point to their starter long before the unfortunate attendant reached their booth, pad in hand.

"We would like to order beignets, to begin please. And two mimosas - I won't trouble you with having to go back to get me seconds, so go ahead and bring two out at the same time, please."

Satisfied with her request, she leaned over to pop open her wallet and pull out her license, showing off the image that took the DMV three tries to get before Prissy allowed them to print it on her card.

Priscilla Stratford: ever the high maintenance woman.

Eyes drifted to her companion, tucking away her card after the waitress gave a silent nod in confirmation. "And you'll have...?"

"It was...." Her hand waved dismissively, directed at no one in particular. Which was probably for the best that the waitress was quick on her feet and not in the area to assume it was gestured towards her. "Europe. We'll have to go one day when you're not busy."

Idle fingers began to play with the silverware on the table, gently popping the fork up and down as she mused aloud. "I decided to cut it short and visit some family, though. Haven't seen a couple of my brothers in a while and felt it was best to do a little catch up before I came back to work in the cafe."

Plucking the fork up, she gently prodded her bestie, an eyebrow rising. "But you know I could talk about myself all day - it's you that we need to talk about right now. How are you holding up, KittyKat?"

"Ever the dutiful worker, I see." Her eyes rolled, but her tone remained light and teasing as her fork was returned to its proper home atop the laminated placemat, "Most people feel sorry for themselves and go out to get wasted, not overwork themselves. Not like you have to..."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she stopped her sentence. Not like you have to suck up to your General anymore or anything.

The words had been on the tip of her tongue, but she banished the words out of her head with a forceful headshake, a tumble of pink curls flying everywhere with the motion. "Not like you don't have enough work at The Sugar Cube. I meant to ask - do you want me to take some of the shifts off your hands, this week? I could always use the extra padding and all."

Hallelujah - the drinks were on their way. Prissy's eyes lit up as she saw the waitress returning with a tray, four cups in tow. Two were placed in front of her, perfectly concocted mimosas, complete with a straw in each. The color was faded in comparison to Kat's regular orange juice, but instead had orange slices tucked over the side of each glass. The mug of tea accompanied the OJ, along with the waitress's request for their breakfast order.

Oh. Right. Breakfast.

Her stomach growled at the reminder that breakfast still had to be determined, but she took the opportunity to douse its rumbles with a quick sip of the glass closest to her.

"Um... a couple croissants or whatever." Her eyes drifted back towards the menu, where the first thing to jump into vision was a simple breakfast platter. Her finger found it. "That. That's fine. Poached eggs, though, croissant instead of toast. Butter, not margarine."

Her finger wagged insistently towards her friend before returning to her mimosa.

One eyebrow rose as she listened to the other girl place her breakfast request, the second eyebrow following after as the order continued. Mentally in her head, she began calculating the cost of pancakes over the sides...but two sides, two eggs, a stack of pancakes... maybe it wasn't that much at the end of the day. After all, two alcoholic drinks would probably end up being close to twenty dollars alone, after taxes...

Her grip on her glass loosened, the pinkette quickly setting down the beverage she'd been happily working on draining down until that precise moment. She bit her tongue to prevent herself for blurting out a tacky comment about how her friend's gloominess hadn't affected her appetite. Instead, she waited until the waitress was out of sight to yoink the orange slice off from one of the mimosas, then switch out KittyKat's OJ for the now naked mimosa glass.

"You're depressing me. Here."

Grabbing the orange juice before her friend had a chance to protest (though, really, why would anyone protest at being snuck free booze?), she tilted the glass back and downed the contents in one go. Pulling the cup away, she made an exaggerated expression before placing the orange peel over the glass's edge.

"Yuck. Much better with champagne."

It was just in time, too, as the beignets had made their appearance from the back of the kitchen. Prissy could feel her mouth watering for the sugary morsels with every step closer they came. Paired along with the warm sensation of the low buzz her mimosa was already giving her, she decided that maybe her own grumpiness was on its way out - for at least the morning.

"You're supposed to savor the taste, you twit!"

Any further insult was silenced as the appetizer arrived to the table, accompanied by the plate distributed to each girl. Prissy was quick to stab one with her fork before the waitress had time to assure her companion that she'd be back shortly with an orange juice refill. The sugar that exploded within her mouth helped ease her sourness, though the grumpy attitude was nothing compared to the growing concern for her mopey bestie.

"We can go out people meeting later, if you want," she offered, conceding to herself that it might not be a terrible idea to get some fresh air and distraction at the same time. "But right now, I need you to cheer the fudge up, sweetheart."

Swallowing the remaining slivers, she stabbed a second ball of dough and popped it between her strawberry-glossed lips and began to chew slowly. The pinkette thought quietly to herself as she worked on devouring her second piece, only speaking up again once the remnants had been swallowed.

"As for a party... why don't we try something more productive? I mean, we're going to be the ones who end up cleaning up any mess we create, so..."

She licked the powdered sugar off her fork unceremoniously while shrugging at the same time, "More like... something useful. I dunno. You're the ones with the brains - you come up with the idea."

"Speaking of boys," Pink eyes narrowed as the fork was turned, now directed and pointing at the girl sitting across from her in the booth, "I didn't miss that comment you made about a silver fox. Fox, I get... silver, not so much."

Setting the table utensil down, she pushed her plate forward and plucked up her napkin to begin her dabbing ritual. "I'm going to admit that I'm little disappointed in you, KittyKat. If you're trying to find yourself a sugar daddy as opposed to marrying rich to get the wealth you're looking for, that seems rather desperate. Don't you think?"

Lack of subtly was Priscilla's specialty.