Offer a drink first

"Wanna drink?"

Charlie shrugs slightly. "Sure. Waddya got?"

"Uh..." Ethan starts toward the kitchen, thinking to himself then raising his voice so Charlie can hear. "Water. Coke. Uh... Milk?"

Charlie calls from the living room. "Jesus. What are you, twelve?" She lets out an audible sigh. "Coke."

Frowning, Ethan retrieves two cokes and then returns to the living room. Sitting down next to her, he hands one of them to Charlie, then cracks open the other. They drink in silence for a moment, before Charlie makes a small 'ah' sound.

"Hm! Before I forget..." she digs into the pocket of her hoodie, then whips out an envelope. "Your money."

"Ah," Ethan takes the envelope, giving it a curious look. He'd never received an envelope of cash before, and the feeling was foreign. Opening it up, he notes it's loaded with fifty dollar bills. "Thank you."

"Nah, thank you." Charlie sips her can. "I worked you harder than I expected. Sorry about that."

"It's okay," Ethan plops the envelope on the end table, putting it out of mind. "I didn't kill myself too much."

Charlie laughs at that, then holds her can up suggestively.