[tessera]

[winewomenand]

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I haven't had a bad trip like that since before 1868. Come to think of it, it's been hard to have a good trip since 1868. Drug dealers charge a fucking arm and a leg these days. They act like such primadonnas. 'Do you know how hard this job is?' Tell it to Mother fucking Teresa, do you honestly think anybody cares about your welfare

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[captainshort]

... Robin.

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[winewomenand]

Ms. Short. Do you have a resting place to offer to my tongue in her stead? I like you much better anyway. You're less plastic.

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[captainshort]

Captain Short. And no. Sorry.

... Robin, what the hell?

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[winewomenand]

Holly-Wolly.

It's single-malt, what does it look like? You're from Ireland or something, aren't you? You figure it out.

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[cal_sitter]

The arrangement has been that Niko comes into work, stays for the first hour or two after opening, then makes a quiet exit to leave most of the person-to-person dealings in the capable and in most cases steadier hands of his employees. Not so tonight. He leaves his paperwork unfinished in the office and steps onto the floor, giving Robin a hard glare and then offering the same to the unfortunate who's been serving the puck his poison of choice.

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[winewomenand]

There is a period of time in which Robin hefts his empty, somewhat expensive-looking crystal whiskey tumbler, and gives it a discerning look which is obviously contemplative of throwing the thing at Niko's glaring face to stop said glaring. And his nose would make a very good target, but Robin is just as sure that his finely toned ass would make an excellent target for Niko to break his foot off in.

So he just slaps it back down on the bar and pours more of the golden liquid into it from one of the three half-empty bottles sitting in front of his spot with a petulant expression.

"I do what I want."

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[cal_sitter]

"You've made that abundantly clear on more than one occasion," Niko agrees. He pulls out a stool and seats himself beside the puck. "By the way, I charge extra for home delivery of intoxicated patrons."

Sarcasm is the safe route at the moment. It delays discussion of the reasons Robin is drinking, and the reasons Niko is thinking of joining him.

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[winewomenand]

Robin takes a sip as Niko sits, watching him with curious eyes as the lip of the glass lingers against his mouth. They wonder if Niko plans on asking all of the painfully obvious questions yet. No doubt he knew better than anyone how, despite impressions to the contrary, this was a point when Robin was most vulnerable in his words.

"Then don't bother me with that 'service,' you pirate. Leave my body to be taken advantage of by pretty, mysterious, sexually experimental passersby."

[1inageneration]

I seriously have no words to reply to this.

[winewomenand]

Thesaurus. Buy one.

[ioncewascool]

You're a real charmer, aren't you?

[winewomenand]

It comes so very easily and naturally, like a man in an expensive whorehouse.

[ioncewascool]

See, this is the problem with talking online. I can't tell whether you're being ironic or whether sarcasm just flies completely over your head.

[winewomenand]

You think on that. Meanwhile, I'm going to sit here and finish my whiskey and imagine that even if your species were twice as smart as it is, you would still be stupid.

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[monsterbaiting]

If anything can be said about Jo Harvelle, it's that she has excellent timing. Tonight, anyway. It just so happens that she was kneeling under the bar for a clean glass when she heard the slap, her face well hidden when she burst into laughter. After a few seconds, she sprung to her feet, glass in hand and braved a glance in his direction. "S'your face really that numb or you want some ice for that?"

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[winewomenand]

Robin turned his head to look over at her, the new girl. And being that he'd spent at least a few hours of every day he'd been in this hellhole in the Lux, he felt he had the right to mentally designate her as one of the 'new girls.' So he did.

He rested his chin in his open palm and gave her a sideways kind of smile with a lot of teeth in it.

"Only if you press it to my cheek yourself. You have very pretty fingers."

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[monsterbaiting]

This was the problem with talking to someone like Robin off the network. You actually had to hide your facial expressions in person. Ducking under the counter every two minutes didn't seem like a very good option. At least she was keeping busy, almost amused. Busy equaled no thinking which seemed to be everyone's goal after the previous day's curse.

"How 'bout I wrap it in a paper towel for you instead?"

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[winewomenand]

Running a fine-fingered hand through his hair, Robin poured himself another glass, some of the thick-smelling liquid falling over the edges before he drinks it and then answers her.

"That would also be acceptable, if not preferable. You've done this job before, haven't you? The bartending."