[ Whether Alice stays at her new place or at Eliot and Quentin's, she doesn't sleep well. Enchanted tea helps, but Deerington makes it impossible to get it right every time, and the stress of knowing you're in for A Lot when your ex who you still love wakes up from his vein-cocoon sleep tends to find its way into your dreams.
So even though this is a dream world, Alice is tired, which means it's time for a cinnamon dolce latte with whipped cream and caramel syrup.
She thanks the barista when she's given her drink, taking a sip despite the near guarantee she'll end up with a whipped cream mustache. Whatever, she's got a napkin. Sweet (so sweet) caffeinated goodness is worth it. Don't @ her okay. She knows there are people judging her.
She doesn't sigh loudly in relief, but as soon as the drink hits her taste buds, she ascends a little from this mortal dream-coil, to the point where she hasn't realized that maybe she should move a little more out of the way. ]
[ It isn't the first time their paths have crossed, and this is something Dana would never say to Alice out loud for fear of sounding like a total freak — but ever since she started feeling different, since the transformation on the full moon that had seen her turning into a wolf the size of a car, at least according to people who have told her after the fact, she can pick up on unique qualities in people's scents, those aspects that are special to them and them only.
For Alice, who prefers her lattes on the very sweet side, it means that Dana can always tell when she's just enjoyed one with extra whipped cream because even those subtle notes are still apparent in her overall scent; it also means that a place like Jane Dough, home to all kinds of smells for a normal human nose, is a little overwhelming to her now, and right now she's repressing the urge to sneeze, her face currently screwed into an expression that looks, well, on the verge of doing exactly that before the feeling passes. ]
Good?
[ She'd seen Alice a few people ahead of her in line but hadn't made her own presence known yet; as she steps up to order her own drink, she realizes they're standing right next to each other now, glancing over at the other woman with a friendly smile and a tilt of her head. ]
I was considering something else, but you make that look really tempting.
[ It's kind of endearing, but that's not something that Dana would ever say out loud; instead, she struggles to repress a smile as Alice goes for the napkin to try and dab off her face. ]
Hey, when it's that dark outside, I think we could all use the extra sugar on top of that caffeine boost just to stay awake.
[ She nods once in response to Alice's question. ]
Yeah. You'd think we'd get a special exemption from finals on account of the town looking like something out of a black-and-white horror movie, but I think the professors are so used to it by now that we'd probably still have a test even if the sky started raining literal cats and dogs.
[ Alice winces in sympathy. The only time classes were ever canceled in Brakebills was when the Beast first attacked. Otherwise, you know, all continued as normal, because upstate New York is just Like That sometimes. ]
It honestly wouldn't surprise me. None of that would. [ She shakes her head. ] If there's anything you need help with, let me know. I actually miss being in school, you know?
[ There's a part of Dana that has started to secretly harbor the belief that, if she and Alice had bumped into each other back in her own world instead of this one, maybe they would've gotten around to being friends.
Alice reminds her of, well, herself, someone who would much rather bring a bunch of textbooks to a lake trip than a bathing suit, even if everyone else is going to be swimming and definitely not studying.
So she might be rendered a little incredulous by the offer, if only because it's exactly the kind of thing she hoped. ] That'd be — that'd be great of you, thanks. It's really just art history stuff, so... a lot of dates. Lot of memorization. Hence the need for coffee.
[ Art history isn't one of Alice's areas of particular interest, but you don't grow up with a father whose discipline is historical magic without picking up on some art history knowledge. Magicians hid things in art, or were just fond of art and thus had large collections. The point is, she can help. ]
I know that feeling. [ Those first-year classes at Brakebills are brutal. Hand forms get as specific as requiring change according to the phase of the moon. She gets it. ] Okay, well, I don't have anything I have to do right now, so if you want to study after you get your coffee, I'm free.
sometime after the initial werewolf panic, a video will be sent to her fluid. the contents? the setting will be a familiar one, a colorful living room with light blue walls (an interior setup that wouldn't be believed if one could see the outside were it in this video).
it seems to be some bland footage of the couch until a sudden melody is heard, and suddenly two figures appear to sing out the verses. dana might normally recognize them as addy carver and kai parker, but on the screen, they become two deeply melodramatic rock stars, evident in the way they seem to belt out (kai: on key, addy: badly) when the chorus kicks up. there's a lot of flailing (or dancing?) done, along with the use of various cooking utensils to act as microphones, constantly zooming in close to the camera for their respective lines.
if she survives the minutes of footage, she'll make it to the end in which both now heavily exhausted rock stars will fall upon the couch for the final verse, draped on the cushion pillows before finally breaking character, cackling dumb tired laughter before the video finally ends. ]
Seriously? [ This isn't her questioning you at all, Alice, but somewhere closer to more of that disbelief before she decides to just get over herself already and accept the help where it's given. ]
Okay, perfect, 'cause I made up these flash cards to test myself — dates have always been a little tough for me to rattle off the top of my head, so I figure if you and I could —
[ She's just going to quit while she's ahead in the explaining of it, because she gets the feeling Alice probably doesn't need it fully spelled out to understand what she's getting at, and clamps her mouth shut with a firm nod, stepping up to the counter and musing quietly for a second before jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. ] Uh, I'll have what she's having, but with an extra shot?
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