Alison zips around the Ozzy's, serving orders and chatting up customers with expert precision.  A few hours into the day, she returns to the kitchen, ducking a bolt of inexplicable dark magic as she goes, and catches herself on a conveniently-placed pole inside, spinning to a stop.<br/><br/>"Eric, hon?" she calls to one of the line cooks, as she quickly oils her skates and tests the spin of the wheels with one finger, before washing her hands.  "Izzit just my imagination, or are the customers a little more, um, interesting than normal today?"<br/><br/>The man scratches his head, obviously not paying attention to what's happening outside the kitchen.  That's<em>her</em>job.  "Dunno.  I mean, one of 'em wanted triple relish on his turkey, I guess."<br/><br/>She sighs, snatching up another tray of food.  "Oh well.  S'probably just something on in town today.  Weird I didn't hear anything about it, though..."  Whipping around the pole for momentum, she rolls right out the door.  If they're not the usual Lost Vegas crowd, maybe she can get some decent tips out of them.