Her glare glints, hardened but allowing a light through nonetheless. Damn feedback loop. The corners of her mouth take on a tautness as remaining expressionless now takes effort. He's goading her and she's allowing it. Because it's good kindling for a quickie, undeniably. Because her mornings, when she's awake for them, are all one dull blur lately, and this is something different. Interesting. That's as much as she'll knowingly refuse to admit. Calling it fun is just over the line.

"I always figured I didn't have the personality for waitressing." She lifts her mug, swirling it carefully. "Turns out I was just looking in the wrong places." The coffee and whiskey are barely mixed when she has a drink. It's awful and perfect and she sighs as she swallows.