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</div>At the end of the bar furthest from the elevators, Rill and her current conversants were actually rather near the door, so when one of Radius’ latest arrivals stepped through the club’s entryway, seeking “the jackass with the computer,” Rill’s gaze momentarily shifted away from the customers she was helping, assessing the mechanical man in the cargo jeans.<br/><br/>“Welcome to Radius-- I haven’t seen anyone with a computer since I arrived a moment ago, but you’re welcome to take a look around and see if you recognize anyone. And don’t hesitate to get a staff member’s attention if you need anything.” She afforded the tall figure a quick, welcoming smile before those honey-dark eyes shifted away from him and back to the pair Rill had already been attending. For them, her smile became briefly apologetic.<br/><br/>“Sorry about that interruption - and about your jacket. One can’t ever be too careful.” The “dreadlocks,” darkly colored annelids that they were, shimmered as they gave a rustle along the bartender’s scalp and down her spine, but Rill’s rueful smile didn’t falter -- though it did shift into something a bit more cheerful as she steered the conversation back toward drinks.<br/><br/>“About those refreshments -- we can actually add glucose as a mixer to any drink you’d like,” Rill explained with a sly grin, her smile accompanied by a chuckle now as one of the annelids near the small of her back untwined from its place among the faux dreads that hung in a bundle down her spine. Out of sight from the customers but perfectly plainly to Advent, the annelid slipped into a lower cabinet a few feet to Rill’s left, then began to retract, its end newly wrapped around the neck of a heavy, brown bottle that followed it from the cabinet.<br/><br/>“But the galvanized, shiny rocks.. That<i>is</i>a bit of a more unusual request.” The bottle of glucose - a clear, viscous syrup - was passed off to Rill’s hands, which she then used to present the mixer for the purple alien’s inspection. It was considered polite to use one’s hands while interacting directly with others-- but while she presented the bottle to the shorter of the pair, Rill addressed the taller, her features thoughtful now as she tried to come up with a solution to the robot’s unique diet. A few other people entered as she began to discuss her only idea, and though the V'zaxan's wave earned a brief glance and a nod of recognition - she and her employer would have service momentarily - Rill's conversation was uninterrupted as she spoke to the bot across from her.<br/><br/>“We<i>do</i>have zinc powder somewhere around the bar, which… I mean, it might be a bit of a compromise, but assuming we can find some steel to go with it...” Already knowing who might have something like that lying around, the bartender's attention almost turned to her own robotic companion -- but she, too, was momentarily distracted by Red’s dancing and bottle tossing, her gaze shifting past Advent and over his shoulder. Rill hadn’t known the Mrinka had such bartending flair! Maybe that meant she wouldn’t have to relearn her old tricks?<br/><br/>The Spirazoan breathed an internal sigh of relief at the thought, and her smile was genuine as she refocused on Advent, then on her current customers, hopeful that she might be able to sell something the club would otherwise consider trash.<br/><br/>“I imagine Advent here might know where to find some scrap metal.”<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2760" data-username="@ChronicRoot" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2760/">@ChronicRoot</a><a class="username" data-user-id="6446" data-username="@Braxton" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6446/">@Braxton</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="@Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">@Chrystal Dark</a><a class="username" data-user-id="7101" data-username="@Sero" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7101/">@Sero</a>