Abby looked up at Elizabeth. "Ya, I used to work at one of those barista drive thru's in front of the local grocery store. You sort of can't help but become an addict to it. Hey, if we find a home espresso machine somewhere I can make you all sorts of drinks at my house. Though we would never get sleep." She giggled again.<br/><br/>James took her visa card and their finger tips briefly touched for a moment. He had a warm smile that was very inviting. He processed the card and handed it back to her "Here you go. Thank you for your business. Please... come again." He lingered a little on the last sentence, his tenor voice was full and filled with confidence. He looked Elizabeth in the eyes before letting her part with her Visa.<br/><br/>When they were sitting at the table Abby offered a sip of her latte to Elizabeth. She was extremely grateful to have someone to quickly in this new place. She loved how open and welcoming the new friend was. She could see a long friendship here, one that consisted of doing homework together, cooking and sharing recipes together, dancing together and helping each other dress before going out at night. She didn't want to ruin it. Abby liked how Elizabeth was a bit outgoing and different. It's not that Abby is repressed or anything, just being from a small town and dumped into something so urban was a little intimidating. She knew that her confidence would grow as she hung out here, but right now she felt so out of place that she couldn't help but want to hang on Elizabeth's coat tails for a while. Abby was after all going to try to make it big down here, and a country mouse that doesn't know how to squeek won't get you very far. She was a bubbly one at home, but right now the bubbles were all popped.<br/><br/>"I like your openness Elizabeth. I'm going to be honest, I have never been to a club and we did have a couple local bars, but mostly you went to play darts, they let you in because they saw you grow up in diapers, even though you were underage. That's another thing. I'm 19, Don't most bars and clubs start letting people in after 21 of age? I don't want to be a mood killer. I so want to try out a club. I have seen dance places in movies, and they look absolutely thrilling!" She was in the clouds for a moment thinking of going into one of those clubs she saw on the big screen. The loud music, the people dancing all night long, meeting some tall dark handsome thing. As long as she was with Elizabeth, she could do anything. She snapped out of it for a moment. "Oh. clothes. I don't have club clothes. I have what I brought of course. We will need to go shopping, I bet the money my dad gave me for furniture could stretch into a clothing budget as well?" She took another bite of her cookie and met the woman's gaze towards James.<br/><br/>He had worked his way out behind the counters and was wiping down tables as other guests left. He bent over, showing off his tight backside. The jeans were not skin tight, they were sort of loose but they still framed him well, showing off all the right assets.