And the girl in the corner said...
"Parte de merda!" as she thumped the side of her laptop with the heel of her hand. "Come on." She pokes rapidly at the keyboard, growls slightly under her breath then smirks as the machine seems to do what she wanted it to do.
She's sitting at a table at Warriors, legs up on the chair across from her crossed at the ankles. She's been working away for the past hour or so, quietly for the most part ignoring the glances she may have gotten from nearby customers. Her headphones thrum out the muffled tones of the music she's listening to. The fact that the lyrics can clearly be heard within three feet of her tells of the volume.
Regular rounds of tonic and lime are ordered but she's tipping the wait staff well for such a trivial drink to be brought to her. This isn't her first time here and far from her second. She's been wandering in day in day out, not staying for the same amount of time, occupying an out of the way table with her laptop. Sometimes...she brings a small webcam that gets set up next to the computer.
She's sitting at a table at Warriors, legs up on the chair across from her crossed at the ankles. She's been working away for the past hour or so, quietly for the most part ignoring the glances she may have gotten from nearby customers. Her headphones thrum out the muffled tones of the music she's listening to. The fact that the lyrics can clearly be heard within three feet of her tells of the volume.
Regular rounds of tonic and lime are ordered but she's tipping the wait staff well for such a trivial drink to be brought to her. This isn't her first time here and far from her second. She's been wandering in day in day out, not staying for the same amount of time, occupying an out of the way table with her laptop. Sometimes...she brings a small webcam that gets set up next to the computer.