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[amazonofthe21st]

The last few months in Milliways have been a bit of a mixed bag for Rachel. She's not sure what to think as she walks into the bar late in the day, much less when a napkin appears instead of the Coke she ordered

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Nuka-Cola?" says Ellen as she comes up to the bar. "Just the regular kind, please."

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel nods and turns to find the familiar can. It's not a bottle but the principle is the same, so the discount is still given.

"Hey, Ellen. How's it going?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

When they started canning Nuka-Cola Ellen doesn't know, but it was probably a regional thing- one of the older Paladins told her that they use the ring-pulls from cans as money in Chicago, instead of bottlecaps. So it's all good.

"Going all right," she says. "Fawkes and Dogmeat and I are finding our way through the old Presidential Metro tunnels, and we found a sentient computer that isn't crazy or anything. How about you?"

[amazonofthe21st]

[OOC: Oops!]

Rachel glances at her but there's barely a hesitation before she responds. So at least she's getting better at absorbing the information people give her here. "Always good to find a sane computer, I guess. I'm doing fine."

Which is the universal word for No, actually, I'm not really.

[whoiwasmeant2be]

Rachel is later coming back up than usual. And while their schedules are flexible, they are relatively predictable...

So there's a lanky, awkward-looking brown-haired boy working his way across the bar. Whenever anyone accidentally brushes against him he jumps away suddenly, edging away from anyone he can manage.

But he's getting close to the bar.

[amazonofthe21st]

If anything could turn her day around toward the better, Tobias walking into a crowd of people in human morph is really at the top of Rachel's list.

She even manages a slow, pleased grin as she spots him, abandoning the drink she was pouring to wave him over.

[whoiwasmeant2be]

His pace quickens slightly, but he still works to avoid any casual contact with anyone.

Still, he smiles slightly in answer to her own and makes his way up to the bar itself. "Hey, you," he murmurs. Really too softly to be heard over the sound of the patrons in the bar, but...

[amazonofthe21st]

He's close enough for lips to be read, though. Rachel's smile brightens even further and she leans against the bar to talk to him. "Hey, you."

Oddly, her voice isn't much louder than his.

"I got recruited for bartending. You want something?"

[says_the_booyah]

"Hey, Rache. Soder cola?" He can appreciate lazy.

[amazonofthe21st]

"Cy," Rachel says, managing a smile for him as she pushes her hair back. "Yeah, let me find it."

Yes, there are a thousand different kinds of soda behind the bar.

Yes, she still drinks Coke.

[says_the_booyah]

Coke is an unknown brand to him, as it is to many worlds that have a Cyborg or a Batman or a Superman. Weird.

"How you been? Wounds healed?"

[amazonofthe21st]

Oh right. He was there for that, wasn't he?

"Good as new," she replies, overly cheerful as she hands the drink to him. And with the scars she carries, it's still mostly true. "It's been a while. But the doctors here are pretty good at what they do, I guess."

Doctors... and whatever Medusa had been.

[alsoagreengrass]

Well. That's an easy decision. Scorpius was looking to have something bottled anyway.

"Could I have a butterbeer, please? I'll even open it myself, so you don't have to."

[amazonofthe21st]

"Gold star," Rachel says approvingly, smirking as she finds and presents him with the bottle. "Here you go."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Thanks," he says, using magic to take off its top. He's got his wand hidden in his sleeve, as usual.

"What do you do with the difficult customers?"

He's just a curious Ravenclaw.

[amazonofthe21st]

She watches the emergence of the wand with the quick flicker of a grin. One of her Milliways favorites is a Hogwarts student himself, so it's something she notices along with the butterbeer. Cool.

As for difficult customers, Rachel laughs, though it's not terribly humorous as the first person she thinks of runs around in a mask and threatens her life fairly regularly. "Be difficult back, I guess."

[evil_koala_626]

Somewhere around the midpoint of Rachel's watch the sound of claws clicking along at a rapid clip scuttle into the forefront of the ambient bar noise. Shortly thereafter the scuttling sounds are replaced by snuffling sounds (these are important distinctions, okay?) punctuated by the occasional curious growl.

Said noises are emanating somewhere near at hand. In the direction of the ceiling.

[amazonofthe21st]

Well.

That just won't do.

Also?

There are knives behind that bar.

Rachel's hands are most specifically full as she lifts her gaze to the ceiling.

[evil_koala_626]

It was the knife grabbing that caught his attention. It's the identity of grabber that causes them to narrow in suspicion. He   remembers Rachel. The details are a little fuzzy but what Stitch does recall is less than favorable.

Clearly, the intelligent thing to do here is jabber irritably and bare his teeth.

"Gaba ika tasoopa? Grrrr."

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel scowls back but it's considerably less dangerous than it was a moment ago. And the knife is put down so she can glare at him, hands on her hips.

"Oh, it's you."

The little bra stealing blue thing.

"You're lacking in stolen underwear today."