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milliways_bar2018-10-31 01:50 pm
cute_bruiser) wrote in milliways_bar2018-10-31 01:50 pm
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Millitimed to a day pre-Halloween...
Molly is, of course, always happy to see the bar, especially in these days of unreliable doors. But it's been a while since she's been quite this relieved to see it.
Sleep; blessed sleep. She needs it so very badly, and she especially needs it if she's going to lead a successful raid on a disused Sentinel storage facility - which, in fact, she also needs to plan. If possible in some nice quiet downtime without a six-year-old to look after and no interruptions from other, adult children.
...However, what she really, really needs right now? Is a change of clothes.
It was the usual balmy 80 in Los Angeles, but it most definitely is not here, so her pink flip-flops and denim cut-offs just aren't going to cut it. Bar seems to know; Molly has barely touched the surface when black jeans, socks, faux-fur-lined boots and a purple 'Social Justice Warrior' hoodie appear.
"I absolutely freakin' love you," she tells the smooth wooden counter, and bolts straight for the office to get changed.
When she emerges, sleeves of the hoodie rolled up to show the gauntlets she's still wearing, Bar in turn presents her with a huge burger and double fries, which - after some discussion - is joined on the tray by a triple-shot maple-glitter latte (and cream) and a notepad and pen.
She sets up court at a table with a good view of the bar, pins on her Security badge (hey, she owes a shift), and triggers the left gauntlet's hologram function to show her the 3D layout of what appears to be a giant holographic underground bunker, which she watches while she bolts the food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks.
Later, once she's eaten, the hologram is still there, rotating gently in the air as Molly sips her horrifyingly sweet strong latte and scribbles notes in the pad.
Sleep; blessed sleep. She needs it so very badly, and she especially needs it if she's going to lead a successful raid on a disused Sentinel storage facility - which, in fact, she also needs to plan. If possible in some nice quiet downtime without a six-year-old to look after and no interruptions from other, adult children.
...However, what she really, really needs right now? Is a change of clothes.
It was the usual balmy 80 in Los Angeles, but it most definitely is not here, so her pink flip-flops and denim cut-offs just aren't going to cut it. Bar seems to know; Molly has barely touched the surface when black jeans, socks, faux-fur-lined boots and a purple 'Social Justice Warrior' hoodie appear.
"I absolutely freakin' love you," she tells the smooth wooden counter, and bolts straight for the office to get changed.
When she emerges, sleeves of the hoodie rolled up to show the gauntlets she's still wearing, Bar in turn presents her with a huge burger and double fries, which - after some discussion - is joined on the tray by a triple-shot maple-glitter latte (and cream) and a notepad and pen.
She sets up court at a table with a good view of the bar, pins on her Security badge (hey, she owes a shift), and triggers the left gauntlet's hologram function to show her the 3D layout of what appears to be a giant holographic underground bunker, which she watches while she bolts the food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks.
Later, once she's eaten, the hologram is still there, rotating gently in the air as Molly sips her horrifyingly sweet strong latte and scribbles notes in the pad.