Bartending!

[hey35andholding]

When the door catches Clementine, she actually freezes in her tracks in surprise - and juggles the basket of laundry she'd been carrying into a Suds and Fold back in Reno.

She shrugs and heads over to the bar, prepared to order something so cold it'll make her forget what August in Reno feels like. But there's a napkin and ugh...no arguements.


~SPECIALS:

Washington Square
Royal Laundry
Arctic Mouthwash

Peppermint Candy, soda, and beer on-tap, 20% off if you're ordering a craft brew from Reno Nevada

Fifty percent off your drink if you're willing to fluff and fold



She lips the top off of her bottle of cola and leans back against the bar. Within minutes you can find her eyeing the pile of laundry as if it's a mountain she must climb. Commiseration or mockery are equally welcome.

[OOC: celebrating the long-awaited conclusion of my home remodel! Tags are happening allll freaking night, and I'm cleaning out my backlog, and all slowtimes will be far less slow from now on.]

Comments

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thankfully, yes," says Ellen. "There's only seven other people and a couple of robots, but the people I'm working with are all pretty decent people. Scribe Thornburgh keeps hiding my things as pranks, but he hides everyone's things if he thinks he can get away with it, so I don't think it counts."

[hey35andholding]

"Are the robots like...sentient? Or are they normal push-button-go-beep robots?" that's the pertinent question, right?

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"They can act independently and speak English, but they're Protectrons. They're not self-aware," Ellen says. "They only respond within their programming, and they weren't designed to be especially bright to begin with."

[hey35andholding]

"All right. That's better than the other way around." The other way around sounded plenty bad enough to Clementine. "But anyway, forget about the prankster. Just loosen up and have fun."