"Yeah but that crap... the stuff in the tall glass... it's horrible and leaves some nasty problems... it's hangover for example... It also normally makes me really really sick but this time it didn't... it's the strongest stuff they have there I swear!" Trivs said and couldn't help but make a silly sick looking face when she said that.

"Nice. And this is why I don't drink. ...I'm bad then it comes to being sick. Throwing up and I don't mix." He swung his legs back and forth, amused. He didn't mind talking about these things, because his boss drank. He took a drink of his milk, pouting at it.

"I guess I already told you how much I hate it and my job... I never really seem drunk until I have a hard time walking, passing out, and of course the oober migrains that I get the next day..." Trivs said then grimiced some as her headache that was going away seemed to respond to her words by pulsing some. "Why are you pouting at your milk? What did it ever do to you?" she laughed some... it felt weird to laugh. Over the time they had been appart she hadn't really laughed though when she was drunk... that was another storry to save for another day... like she would tell it.

"It tastes funny. Like milk." He grinned at that. "Well, duh, but that's not what I meant. It tastes funky. White milk tastes weird. And I have no more chocolate syrup." He poked at his milk, upset. He wanted chocolate, but it was his own fault for not going to the store. "Remind me I need to go to the store, or I'll never go. And I'm out of other things." He pointed at the fridge, which was covered in post-it notes, telling him to go to the store. "Those don't help, either."

Trivs laughed at that shaking her head. "Guess some things never change." she grinned then stared at the fridge then looked back at Mikhail and put her hand. On her face shaking her head then slowly pulling her hand down her face. "Ya gotta cell?" she asked soft though... She seemed a bit curiouse as to... Why would je let her stay here after these long years of sepporation? Slowly she was also realizing that they were almost falling back into step just as they had years before.

Mikhail frowned. "Uh...I broke it..." He looked sheepish about that. It fell out of his pocket when he was climbing a fire escape and it broke. His boss was planning on replacing it, but for now he was phoneless. "And shush, you. I don't look at my fridge, and when I do it's too late to go or I get onto other things." Which sounded exactly like him...

Trivs stared at him then shook her head and grinned some looking at him through a bit of her bangs. "Don't shoosh me... I ain't no little kid now am I?" she grinned playfully and seemed to be having a good time... It felt both good and almost a bit acward to be with him... But not exactly be with him.