If I Had a Type // [July/Jacinta Blitz]

The more tea she drank, the more she forgot about her shitty life. It was truly miraculous. At one point she'd grabbed a server's arm and inquired about how they brewed the tea, only to find the near-dead eyes of an avox staring down at her. So creepy. After that, she'd just filled her cup as often as possible and laughed every time Charlie Garnet said something.

Something in the back of her head reminded her that Charlie was not exactly prone to joking around. But she'd never laughed so much in her life. At some point she'd gathered her shawl and heels - when had she kicked those off? - and stumbled to the ladies room. By sheer habit as she washed her hands, she splashed a little water on her face, looked in the mirror, and realized:
holy shit I'm wasted.

Some of the alcoves between the tea room and the secure area had also been decorated with couches and low lights. A dark hair girl walked towards her, looking a little harried but absolutely gorgeous nonetheless. July wobbled a little, straightened herself like a goddamn amazon woman, and finally recognized the Jacinta Salazar. "Can I help you find something, pet?"