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[mop_jockey]

Sunday Shift calls for hot chocolate.

So that's just what Lenny has before writing up on the Specials Board.

You know the drill. Lenny Inchpot, Wait Staff, Here to Serve YOU.

Catch him as he wanders by!

[ooc: Fleeing imminently for breakfast, but can and will tag any new comments when I get back.]

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[unwraith]

Michael is still dozing upstairs. Race has decided to take advantage of that and the unlocked door to go exploring.
He looks way, way up, dodging between people. Funnn!

[mop_jockey]

"Whooooa. Oooaf." Lenny stumbles a little when Race decides to dodge between his legs and the legs of the table Lenny's passing.

"Oh, hey pup- who do you belong to?" He calls out again- "Hey pup, c'mere pup." He makes a ticking nose with his tongue like he's seen his buddies do to call their hunting dogs.

"Maybe you'd like a treat, dog? Where's your owner?"

It probably hasn't occurred to Lenny yet that the dog could very well not have an owner and could, in fact, be another patron.

[unwraith]

Someone's talking to him! Race scoots over to check out Lenny, yipping happily. No patron, just a goodnatured, rather young dog.

[mop_jockey]

Lenny's first thought is to stand up and holler out 'Who lost a dog?', but it looks more like the dog must have gotten out from a room then gotten away from a customer down here.

Regardless, if Lenny's wrong and the owner is down here, he or she will notice the pup's missing soon enough and call for it.

"Hey, pup, stay right here, and I'll get you a treat, sound okay?" He sticks a finger in front of the dog's face, but far away enough to not make the dog uncomfortable. "You stay right here, okay bo-"

Quick check- "Boy. Heh." Okay, that deserved a chuckle.

"Bar, a dog treat please?" Bar produces a treat AND a chew toy! Bar is awesome like that.

"Okay, here, want a treat? And let's see, you got a name?"

[poisonwine]

Belle looks up as he passes, her face cut and bruised to hell and back.

"C'n I get a refill on de tea, please?"

[mop_jockey]

"Sure th-" Lenny has to catch himself before he goes outright buggy-eyed at her. "-ing."

Which he fails miserably at.

"Want some bandages too? Maybe some Neosporin?" He'll just assume for now that if Belle had wanted to go to the infirmary, she would have already.

Forgive him for staring? Because, really. Ow.

[poisonwine]

Belle chuckles, because she's oddly good natured today. "No thanks. Had 'em looked at last night. Jes' de tea. Mebe a sandwich. Yes. A chicken sandwich."

There's a slight nod, followed by a slight wince. Moving is not fun.

If he's staring, her right arm is also in a sling.

[mop_jockey]

Lenny noticed- holy moley she's gotta be a hurtin' unit.

"Coming right up!" Lenny winces himself, inwardly, when his back is turned.

"Bar- chicken sandwich, and a refill of the tea, please. Did you SEE that? Ooow."

When he comes back with her order, he smiles warmly. "My name's Lenny Inchpot, by the way." He extends a hand, but does it in such a way that conveys he won't mind if she doesn't shake it.

Pain + Moving Body Part= More Pain, right?