Girls' Restroom, Fourth Floor, Evening

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny had eventually dragged herself up from her most recent hangover and staggered to the restroom, intent on brushing her teeth to rid her mouth of the taste of old cigarettes and gin, aka 'death

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[blackmagic_eve]

Eve was carrying the case she kept her necessities in -- toothbrush, toothpaste, that sort of thing -- in one hand as she walked into the bathroom. She stopped, stared for a second, and then said, "What's the faucet turning out now?"

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny turned the tap off and said, "Chocolate with manna from God in it. Figurative, not literal, literal was noxious and tried to eat Manhattan."

[blackmagic_eve]

Again with the staring for a second. "... okay." And a pause. "Chocolate? Seriously? Okay, that's kind of cool."

[ashockingbitch]

"Hot cocoa, anyway. Haven't tried the cold taps, yet. Maybe they give chocolate milk."

[blackmagic_eve]

And Eve had to try that one out, really she did.

"... nope. Hot cocoa. Damn."

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny frowned at her, confused. "Damn?"

[blackmagic_eve]

"Hot cocoa out of one faucet and chocolate milk out of the other would've been awesome. So damn to the no chocolate milk. But not damn to the cocoa."

[ashockingbitch]

"Hot cocoa's still pretty awesome," Jenny agreed. "This one has caramel in it. I'm not sharing, get your own."

[blackmagic_eve]

"Already on it," Eve said with a grin. "Wonder what mine will give me?" Because hey, it was apparently giving flavored cocoa. "Kinda hoping for peppermint."

[ashockingbitch]

"Hoshi said the showers are giving mint, if the taps fail you," Jenny told her. Hey, she could be helpful on occasion. Very rare occasion.