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[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive finds herself behind the bar (not for the first time), and today she's in a much better mood.

She contemplates the board, then writes: 

Sing your order [preferably in rhyming couplets], get half off.

Olive hums quietly to herself as she cleans down the bar, waiting for customers. This is a familiar scenario--considering this bar is at the end of the universe-- but a comforting one.

[ooc: Come one, come all. And threadhop.]

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[a1enzo]

Um. Er. Dang. Really?

Hola, Lola... Ebola? No, absolutely not... Motorola...

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive looks up, from the other end of the bar.

He looks like he's contemplating something, so she lets him be, for now.

[a1enzo]

There really aren't many rhymes, are there? Oh, well, it'll have to do.

He waves to indicate he's ready. Ish.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive comes down to the other end, leans her elbows on the bar.

"What can I do ya for?"

[a1enzo]

"♫ Hello world, hi there, and hola
♫ Could I ^please have a code cola?"

His voice isn't bad, except for one moment when it sounds oddly Auto-Tuned, but the notes are more or less random.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive shakes her head, but smiles and turns to fill the order.

"And hola to you. One 'code cola' coming up, whatever that is."

(She has complete faith in the bar on this one.)

[a1enzo]

"Digital soda. That fridge there." He leans over the bar to point.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thanks," she says, goes in that direction.

Olive pops open the refrigerator.

"I'm guessin' it's not exactly like regular soda."

[a1enzo]

"It's made of electrical patterns. Otherwise, pretty much the same."

It certainly looks the same.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive holds the can up to her eyes, suspicious.

After a moment of fruitless detection, she shrugs, and passes it over the counter.

"There y'are. Enjoy!"

[a1enzo]

Enzo grins. "You can't tell by looking. Thanks!"

He pops the top and drinks, giving no sign that it's anything other than a normal, moderately unhealthy fluid.

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She watches, not a little bit fascinated.

"Is it good?"

[a1enzo]

"Mm-hmm!"

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine comes in from the lake area, having gone out to try and catch some December sunlight. The cloud cover was pretty much absolute, though, so it is defeated that she returns to the bar. Defeated and shivering slightly.

The order (given after she stands there long enough to think up a couple of lines) is sung quickly and in an upbeat fashion (to match the chattering teeth).

"It's really cold outside and I'm so thir-sty,
that this is what I'd do for a cup of tea!"

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive whistles, turns to get the hot water.

"Not bad, 'specially considering that you're practically turnin' blue."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Drastic circumstances call for drastic measures," shivers the red-head, grinning despite chattering teeth.

"And tea. Chamomile, please."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"You betcha."

She slides the steaming water over the counter, with a spoon and tea bag slowly turning the water yellow.

"What were you doin' out there in the first place?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Trying to find some sunlight," she answers, sliding onto a bar stool. "Summer's more my time of year."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Winter has its perks," she ruminates, elbows propped on the bar.

"Not least of all: Christmas."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine shrugs, wrapping her hands around the steaming mug of tea, inhaling the steam. "My family celebrates solstice, but all the winter holidays are fun."

"Winter mostly means there's less sunlight, horrible weather, car troubles, and it's hard to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. Four a.m. is suddenly the middle of the night when the sun doesn't rise until eight."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

She nods, understanding.

"Guess it's easier when you live above your workplace," she says, happily.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine makes a wry face, taking a sip of her tea. "I live across town. Mom and Charlie live above the coffeehouse - she likes to remind me that if I still lived at home, I could get up a whole twenty minutes later."

Eye. Roll.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive laughs.

"It always comes down to that decision: twenty minutes, or my independence?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Independence, every time," Sunshine smiles, looking down into her tea.

"I love living alone. It's... my place, away from everything. To... recharge, you know?"

Each day is whirl of crossed loyalties, veiled threats, and strained friendships and multitudes of lies... Her nights are becoming more honest than her days. When she can retreat.

Like a vampire to his earth-place during the day.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhm," she agrees, vehemently.

"Nothin' like a place of your own."