A tall pale woman sat slumped in a window seat in the cafe. Her eyes were tired and her body language suggested that she had experienced a long night. One slender hand was cupping her extra large coffee as the other rested on her forehead, keeping her head propped up. She would have sat like that until she left, except her phone buzzed on the table signalling that someone had just texted her. "Ah shit." She grumbled, rubbing one eye with the hand that had been on her forehead before snatching up her phone. "Hey Wren! It was great seeing you at that party last night. You looked smokin'! We should go for drinks." She read the text over and over again, a puzzled look growing on her face. She sat up straight and let go of her coffee cup to use both hands to reply, her brows furrowed and the edges of her lips turned down sharply. "Hey yourself, Chris. Do you keep forgetting that I told you I'm not interested in you? I'm just asking cause you keep asking me out and it is kinda creepy." With a small shake of her head she pressed send and placed her phone down, returning to her original position in her seat. Wren Baxter was super hung over, so of course she was in her favourite coffee shop. She was always there after a long night of drinking and partying. Yes she was missing class as she sat, sulking in the window seat. No, she did not care. She sipped her coffee and looked up at the front of the shop. "Ah shit." She murmured to herself, just as she had when she had received a text. This time she was just grumbly because she was regretting not getting a muffin when she had ordered her coffee. Wren loved the carrot muffins here. Leaving her coat on her seat and her coffee on the table she slowly stood up, picking up her phone. She shuffled towards the front, purse slug over her shoulder, one hand digging around through it to find her wallet. Three people stood ahead of her in line so she had ample time to find her wallet, and yet somehow she was still digging around for it when she got up to the cash. "Hi, uh..." She dug a bit more. "Can I just get a carrot muffin, please?" Her hand felt her wallet and she yanked it out of her purse with a small laugh. "Gotcha!" She opened it, ready to pay for her muffin. As she waited she gave her coat and coffee a quick glance, just making sure they were still there. Once she saw her stuff was fine she turned back and smiled at the girl behind the cash. "I know I say this every time I come in hungover, but I swear this time I mean it." She paused and chuckled a bit. "I will not be drinking that much on a school night ever again." She shook her head and laughed softly. Wren loved her life, even the hungover parts, but then again who wouldn't love their parents paying for everything? At 21 she was living the dream and she knew it.