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</div>Rill’s pleasantly poised expression was pulled from one of sympathy with the unfortunate sugarfiend and his companion’s current state to a playful chuckle at Advent’s outright admission of it. Though she was grateful for his good-natured sincerity, the Spirazoan’s nose still found itself wrinkling faintly as the android began to - was that a<i>whine?</i>- about outputs.<br/><br/>“I have an idea how much energy that 'outputs.' I, too, have to expend energy in order to accomplish workplace tasks, you know. Everyone does - their inputs are what tend to vary.” Clearly, Rill had<i>not</i>been confused by Advent’s rambling, and her tone, though still mild, had stiffened ever so slightly. Had her gaze followed his not-at-all-suspicious glance toward the utility closet as well, or was that just a trick of the club’s lights against the faint, amber glow that tinted her eyes? Whether or not she’d picked up on his unspoken admission, she didn’t belabor the point that energy was something upon which everyone relied, instead turning her attention back to the pair on the customer side of the bartop. Energy was, in a way, Radius’ trade.<br/><br/>Sugar was a common enough energy source across the galaxies, and though its form often varied, the glaze in a sugar-loving species’ eyes was always the same when presented with a bottle of thick, syrupy glucose concentrate. The purple customer’s appreciation was obvious, so already, while a pair of annelids rooted around in one of the drawers to Rill’s right and eventually produced a jar of greyish powder labeled “Zinc,” another pair went to work retrieving a bottle of something clear from the wall behind her.  The vessel of powder, Rill dropped into the bot's outstretched hand, while the alcohol, she took into her own, much softer hands to uncork.<br/><br/>“Of course, Advent could show you to the shipyard in a little bit if you’d like - but for now, I’d be happy to ring you up for the refreshments, or to start a tab for you. If you happen to have your credit chip handy...”  While her apologetic smile returned for Dirke and G - she didn’t always ask for payment up front, but Dirke’s sudden anxiety had her feeling the urge to play it safe - Rill’s honey-colored gaze slid sideways from the crystal bot and over his violet companion’s head to give Paskar a wordless up-nod in recognition. Rill already had a trio of annelids at work, two supporting a large stein and a third pulling the handle of a tap labeled “Up All Nitro.” Her "braid," with three annelids pouring a beer and another four tidying the areas from whence she'd retrieved the alcohol and zinc, was considerably thinner now, and her silhouette considerably less human, despite the dark coloration that helped her annelids blend into the bar's bottle-studded background lighting.<br/><br/>A soft hiss announced the release of pressure from the tap system, and while Rill asked for the customers’ intended form of payment, beer began to pour from the tap's spout, more of its qualities becoming clear as it filled the heavy glass. It was as dark as any corner of Radius, with a pale, tight foam that rose steadily to the brim of the stein in a creamy head until Rill released the tap and straightened the glass. Now, all three annelids worked together to carefully set the drink down. That thing was<i>heavy</i>, and she wouldn’t want to injure herself or spill the contents before Paskar could enjoy them. By the time she looked toward the bouncer again, however, he was engaged in conversation with his wrist device. A faint frown creased Rill’s brow - he wasn’t usually distracted, from what she knew of Paskar - but his drink could wait. Her focus was quick to return to Dirke and G, an expectant smile quirking the bartender's lips at the corners.<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><a class="username" data-user-id="809" data-username="@Obscene" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/809/">@Obscene</a>