Tino really needed to stop expecting so much of Robin.

Tonight she had texted him that she wouldn't be in because she was "too annoyed by those constant Living Social ads."

A new low had been reached.

[we have company over, I've got my phone on me but mod Tino anyway! Also I hate the unending slew of Living Social ads, yes.]

Tonight, Robin was bored. As per usual.

So what she was doing in order to entertain herself was, of course, the height of productivity.

She was trying to balance shot glasses on her head. It was good for her posture, okay?

Tino was finally seeking revenge on Robin. When she came in tonight, he'd already prepped the zombies for her. They started out with just normal, 80s sounding music ( Read more... )

Robin was busily texting Lily on her way into the bar tonight. While the idea of actually having a baby freaked her out, Lily's pregnancy didn't.

Especially since she got to be cool Aunt Robin and look for things that Marshall would be into and Lily would hate. Like this.

[I'm in and out all night so mod Tino for speedy service.]

Yeah, so. Jake didn't follow the Canucks all that closely during their regular season, but hey- they were a Canadian-based team and they had a Newfoundlander on staff. That was reason enough, Jake felt, to cheer for in the final.

The pub was open, the hockey game was playing on the TV, and he'd even managed to convince Tino to don a blue and green

While Robin's ill-advised highlights had been changed into something honey-colored and flattering, it didn't mean she wasn't still wary of over-exposing them to the sun.

Which was why she still wore her hoodie into work tonight, with the hood up, even though she no longer had to deal with the threat of rain. She was cautious.

You'd think Robin would have learned. Even as nice as the weather was, and as much as summertime screamed 'put blonde in your hair!' one would think she'd have remembered the last time she'd tried to highlight her hair ( Read more... )

Robin had been looking forward to a calm, if not outright dull evening at the bar ( Read more... )

Tonight, there was something dangerous in the bar with Robin.

Not an animal. Not even a weapon. No, the zombies hadn't rebelled.

But she'd discovered a bottle of absinthe, and Robin was just sitting there, looking at it, and thinking about how long it'd been since she'd had some. It had been so fun!

[um, I had to. She may be drinking it during ( Read more... )

Tonight, Robin had a new obsession. No, it was not anything drink-related. How dare you suggest she actually do work at work? That was what Tino was for.

No, tonight Robin was leaning on the bar, her thumbs busily flicking across the screen every couple seconds. Occasionally, her efforts were punctuated with a, "Yes, finally." More often, though, ( Read more... )