Oliva drug her feet as she walked around her small home.  Still not dress she grabbed the chicken feed and opened the back door tossing a rather large pile on the ground near the door. A few of the chickens in the backyard started to make their way however before they even got close she closed the door and returned to her dark home.<br/><br/>She set the water to boil as she went through her normal routine. The water would boil over the dark rich beans that would bring her that even darker liquid she needed to help open her eyes. Still undress she walks through the door off of her room to the bar were she takes a peak out the window before straightening the chairs and stools getting the place at least presentable in her eyes.<br/><br/>After all is as she believed it should be she drug her feet back to her room to get dressed finally. After putting on simple dress and pulling her hair back she tied it with a ribbon and headed back into the bar.