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</div>Milfruit were bright green, about the size of a ping-pong ball, and generally eaten after they’d gone through a rigorous drying process that left their once-fleshy, wedge shaped segments with an odd, bittersweet taste. Rill ate hers slowly, contemplating how she could drive sales up from behind the bar… Ugh. At one point, she'd been able to perform some pretty obnoxious flair bartending, aided by dozens of additional limbs that could catch, toss, and pour as well as most hands, but it’d been some time since she bothered with that sort of showiness. These days, the Spirazoan kept her head down and focused on efficiency. But if she could attract more visitors and generate additional foot traffic…<br/><br/>It was a solid idea, but Rill looked vaguely irritated as she exited the employee break room, a quarter of her milfruit still in hand. From there, a pivot was basically all it took to face the elevator. As she turned, the annelid rooted just behind her left ear slipped from its cohorts, darting out to punch the down button. A bit more slowly than it had struck, the tendril withdrew, twining itself into the braid that hung down Rill’s back while she popped the last piece of milfruit into her mouth, still thinking about “show” pours. She was rusty; she’d have to practice. And<i>no more fire tricks,</i>she reminded herself.<br/><br/>Not after what happened last time.<br/><br/>As the elevator chimed and the sliding doors began to open, Rill contemplated her part in that fateful night, savoring the bitterness of the milfruit's last wedge... Really, that place - she hesitated to even call it a ‘bar’ - had been about to go under anyway. The owners were better off for being able to claim the insurance. And besides, after that set her adrift, Rill had eventually landed here - and for all its oddities, Radius was a decent place to work. Her poor mood over having to actually<i>engage</i>with customers wavered in favor of something more determined. She wanted her bonus, which meant making Radius more of a success.<br/><br/>Rill’s annelids rustled, their black-violet sheen giving away their movements and betraying the fact that they weren’t just dreadlocks hanging down her back -- but as she stepped into the elevator, the limbs settled once more, relaxing as she took a deep breath in, then exhaled slowly. It would be worth it. On top of her bonus, she had to consider the extra tips that would come with increased profits. More people, more sales? More tips. The stakes were higher than just her bonus or even her tips, easy as it was to focus on just the sums directly affecting her.<br/><br/>Floor One. This time, hands free of milfruit, Rill used an index finger to press the button. Advent was... maybe still peppering Ahja’nai with questions? Regardless, the Spirazoan bartender wasn’t going to wait up. She knew how he could be. Honestly, a filter wasn’t the worst idea the bot had ever had, especially if he was talking about helping out with customers... The trick would be finding a decent one that worked with his model. Filters could have some... unexpected results. ...Hm. After a moment's thought, the Spirazoan paused, gulping the last of her snack.<br/><br/>"Advent? Are you headed to the first floor as well?" As Rill called out across the third level lobby, an annelid darted from over her shoulder, holding the elevator door from closing.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="7101" data-username="@Sero" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7101/">@Sero</a>