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</div>It was too late to be indecisive; she’d already changed her mind once.<br/><br/>But Advent all but sprinting toward the elevator door had Rill questioning her change of heart. Maybe it would’ve been better to just leave the droid to his own devices... Regardless of her concerns, the Spirazoan ended up staying her course, politely holding the door until Advent could join her in the glorified robot coffin.<br/><br/>“My plans? Oh. Work... yeah. I bartend most of the time. Gonna start practicing more though, I think.. especially if we need to boost sales.” The bot’s change of mood was palpable as the elevator began to move, and Rill cast a curious glance his way, trying to discern what had quieted him so. ...But though his next comment clued her in to the reason for his sudden somberness, it set the Spirazoan on edge.<br/><br/><i>”Shame if the elevator broke.”</i><br/><br/>“...Yes, you’re right. It would be.” Rill’s annelids shifted uncomfortably at the prospect, shimmering in the bundle they’d formed from her scalp down the length of her spine, but the bartender’s tone was even as she continued: “Hopefully the two of us would be able to fix it before anyone got hurt.”<br/><br/>If this was any indication, a foray by Advent into the customer side of the club’s workings would<i>not</i>go well -- at least not without some fine-tuning to his communications system. But there was certainly potential. He asked about her day next, which saw Rill’s vaguely discomfited expression relax. Maybe all he really needed was<i>practice</i>. Work in maintenance wasn’t exactly the best for honing social skills - she knew that well enough, having used her stint in mechanicry to avoid social situations all together.<br/><br/>“I’ve been alright. Had the day off yesterday, which was nice. Took care of some errands, crossed a few things off my list… nothing too exciting.” The indicator above the elevator’s number pad flashed, signalling their arrival at the first floor. At that, Rill straightened, adjusting the sleeves of her top to make sure her arms were covered right down to the soft, lilac-grey gloves that currently covered her hands. As usual, the Spirazoan was modestly dressed, and today it was a snug, charcoal turtleneck and a pair of olive green cargo pants that protected her body from view and touch.<br/><br/>“...Do<u>you</u>think you need a filter, Advent...?” Rill suddenly asked as she stepped off the elevator, pausing to look at the droid again with obvious thought… but her subsequent pause wasn’t really long enough to let him get a reply in edgewise, because she shook her head with a sigh and went on, “Either way, you should probably stick with me behind the bar for now. Goodness knows I could always use an extra pair of hands anyway.” Rill’s grin implied the joke, but the way two tendrils unwrapped themselves from her “braid” and waved at Advent over either shoulder confirmed it.<br/><br/>“Come on.” Regardless of whether he actually chose to follow or not, Rill made her way to the swinging half-door at the end of the bar and stepped through it, summoning her best customer service smile. It looked like there were a couple of people without drinks - so she made her way toward the odd pair who had just settled at the counter. Lilac-grey features shifted from the large, colorful bot to its much smaller, violet-skinned companion as Rill came to a stop and took in their state, the amberglow of her circulatory system quietly visible behind her expression. They looked… a little worse for the wear, to say the least.<br/><br/>“Welcome to Radius. What can I get started for you two?"<br/><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><a class="username" data-user-id="2760" data-username="@ChronicRoot" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2760/">@ChronicRoot</a>