As gratifying as it had been to have not been turned into a seven year-old over the weekend, it meant that the bar was still in less-than-perfect shape. Sure, Tino had been unkiddified yesterday, and most of the stuff had been cleaned up, but that didn't make her feel better when she was about to pour herself a glass of beer, and had to throw it ( Read more... )

While Robin had never been one for video games, really, there was one that had finally stolen her fancy. Maybe it was the plants. Maybe it was the zombies. But, most likely, it was the bizarre combination thereof"You jackasses!" she yelled at her computer, perched on a stool behind the bar and staring intently at her screen. "Damn bungee zombies. ( Read more... )

When Robin wandered into Caritas, she was less than pleased to see what Tino had been doing with his time.

She eyed the row of shots on the bar. "I'm not trying anything you've invented. Test 'em on the customers.

Caritas was open. Unrelatedly, shots were half-off.

[sloooowish but around!]

So maybe America's Next Top Model had lost something over the years. That intangible quality that made it so much fun as it tumbled into a formulaic cesspool of Tyra Banks' ego ( Read more... )

Robin was, admittedly, a little late getting into work tonight. Blame the weather, blame the dogs, but definitely don't blame the Squee regionals episode.

Definitely not.

And she was absolutely not trying to look at the TVs, which were absolutely not playing it. Not at all.

[that reason is maybe why this post is late! That and the sleep-all- ( Read more... )

Robin definitely wasn't annoyed that the other bar in town had finally found new ownership and might be stealing away customers. Nope. Not at all.

Whatever, gave her more time to flick straw wrappers into glasses, okay?

[no one here forgot about posting due to being horrified at new canon, no.]

When Robin came into Caritas muttering under her breath and clearly irritated, Tino didn't really take notice. That was pretty much business as usual.

He did notice when she didn't emerge for awhile, and when he went back there, he earned a thrown cup and a "I'm checking inventory, jackass!"

Clearly he'd be working alone tonight.

[mostly because ( Read more... )

While Robin would never, ever, ever, ever admit it, she kind of really adored the little boys who showed up for her. (Even if only one had come this year.) But she figured that between people drinking off the weekend because they missed the theoretical kids, or the people who had had nightmare spawn show up (she'd never forgotten her kid with ( Read more... )

While Robin had had a fun time last week with the blizzard, being back to normal ambient coolness was not neeearly as much fun. So by the time she'd gotten to the bar, she'd already saved up a bunch of ire to throw at Tino, only to find that he wasn't there, and that there was a text asking her to, in fact, 'suck it' on her phone ( Read more... )

While Robin was of strong Canadian stock and thus not cold at all, today, she knew that wouldn't be the case for everyone. So, in a comfortable hoodie, she went to work and ensured that the generator was on before setting to work looking up recipes for strong, hot cocktails.

Tino, meanwhile, was wearing mittens and earmuffs.