Day 1

Jill: Hey, Gil. Where's the Boss?

Gillian: Dunno. She went to buy some stuff and...

Dana: Hey guys!

Jill: Oh Bo-... eh?

Jill: W-Who's that?

Dana: I don't know. I found her out cold while I was shopping for a couple of things.

Gillian: Why bring her here?

Dana: Well, it was either leave her outside at the mercy of society's finest individuals or bring her in here.

Jill: She's going to make such a ruckus when she wakes up. You know that.

Dana: That's up to you to deal with. I'll be in my office.

Gillian: Do you think the boss knocked her out?

Jill: Nah, that's unlikely.

Gillian: Yeah, you're right.

Gillian: We'll just need to keep it quiet.

Jill: Yeah.

Gillian: Ok then. Time to start the night!

Jill: Yes, I'll start working while YOU go clean the bathroom.

Gillian: E-Eh?

Jill: While you spent the whole weekend doing god-knows-what, we had some interesting clients.

Jill: Dogs. Lots of 'em.

Gillian: You're just joking.

Jill: Would I joke about something like that?

Gillian: Well...

Jill: So! As punishment for leaving me to deal with that alone, you'll be in charge of cleaning the bathroom.

Jill: Have fun!

Gillian: ...fine, I see no problem.

Gillian: Where's the cleaning stuff?

Jill: Here.

Gillian: ...you brought that from home, didn't you?

Jill: That I did.

Gillian: Fiiiiiiiiiiine.

Jill: (With that out of the way...)

Jill: Time to serve drinks and change lives.

Dana: Hey, guys!

Jill: Oh Bo-... eh?

Jill: W-Who's that?

Dana: I don't know. Found her while I was out shopping.

Gillian: Why bring her here?

Dana: Well, it was either leave her outside at the mercy of society's finest or bring her unconscious body in here.

Jill: She's going to make such a ruckus when she wakes up. You know that.

Dana: That's up for you to deal with. I'll be in my office.

Jill: You can't just push that responsibility onto us! We have work to do, damn it!

Dana: There're two of you! Believe in yourselves!

Jill: *sigh*

Gillian: Do you think Chief knocked her out?

Jill: Nah, that's unlikely. She'd be crowing about it or taunting us if that were the case.

Jill: And it's not like her to pick on such a small girl... at least not unprovoked.

Gillian: Yeah, you're right.

Gillian: We'll just need to keep it quiet. She seems to be just sleeping soundly, not comatose.

Jill: Yeah.

Gillian: Okay then. Time to start the night!

Jill: Yes, I'll start working while YOU go clean the bathroom.

Gillian: Um... come again?

Jill: While you spent the whole weekend and Monday doing god-knows-what, we've had some interesting clients come in.

Jill: Dogs. Lots of 'em.

Gillian: You're joking.

Jill: Gil, you've known me for how long now? Do I look like the kind of woman who would make a joke like that?

Gillian: Well...

Jill: So! As punishment for leaving me to deal with all of that on my lonesome, you'll be in charge of cleaning the bathrooms.

Jill: Have fun!

Gillian: Just that? Fine. I see no problem.

Gillian: Where's the cleaning stuff?

Jill: Here.

Gillian: ...you brought that from home, didn't you?

Jill: That I did.

Gillian: Fiiiiiiiiiiine.

Jill: (With that out of the way, let's play some music on the new "Jukebox".)

Jill: (This model needs to have all of its 12 slots filled with songs before it can start.)

Jill: (I wonder what was the logic behind that decision...)

Jill: Time to mix drinks and change lives.

???: Hey you! Get me a beer.

Jill: Sure! On it.

???: Hey you! Get me a Beer.

Jill: Oh! Sure. Right on it.

???: Ah, yes. Now, this one's good enough for a man like me.

Jill: How about this one?

???: Ah, yes. Now, this one's fit for a man like me.

Jill: Right...

???: You think this is funny? Yeah, whatever. Leave it at that.

Jill: Here.

???: Let's see...

???: Psheh! You think this is funny? Giving me something that won't get me wasted?

???: Yeah, whatever. Leave it at that.

Jill: Funny... sure.

???: Yeah, this one's good enough. Pretty good, in fact. Nice job.

Jill: Here you go.

???: Yeah, this one's good. Pretty good, in fact. Nice job.

Jill: Um... thanks, I guess.

???: Listen kid, I don't know where you're from but in this country, that isn't what you call a beer.

???: It'll get me drunk, but don't expect me to pay for it.

Jill: Here you go.

???: *sigh*

???: Listen, kid. I don't know where you're from but in this country, that isn't what you call a Beer.

???: Seems like it'll get me drunk, at least. But don't expect me to pay for it.

Jill: Don't worry.

???: Well, well... you can actually do it, and quite well at that. Color me surprised.

Jill: What about this one?

???: Well, well... you can actually do it, and quite well at that. Color me surprised.

???: Good job, brat. Good job.

Jill: Thanks... I guess.

???: Whatever. Leave it like that. You're worse than my second wife.

???: Don't expect me to pay you for this one, you hear?

Jill: Here.

???: Still not a trace of alcohol in this shit.

???: Whatever. Leave it. You're worse than my second wife.

???: Don't expect me to pay you for this one, you hear?

Jill: Sure.

???: You're lucky I was in a meeting close by and could visit this hell hole.

???: Although to be fair, work has taken me to worse hell holes.

???: You're lucky I was in a meeting close by. This hell hole could certainly use a presence like mine.

???: Although to be fair, work has taken me to worse hell holes. Like New Jersey III.

Jill: Huh...

Donovan: You're talking to Donovan D Dawson, chief editor and owner of The Augmented Eye.

Donovan: Nothing gets published without my blessings.

Jill: So you're the one to blame for the barrage of daily articles on Alice_Rabbit?

Donovan: You're talking to Donovan D. Dawson, chief editor and owner of The Augmented Eye.

Donovan: Nothing gets published there without my blessings.

Jill: (The day started with quite the interesting fellow, it seems.)

Jill: So you're the one to blame for the barrage of daily articles on Alice_Rabbit, then?

Donovan: And can you blame 'em? The idea of some wild card hacker working for its own goals and nobody else's...

Donovan: That's the kind of corny shit that brings tons of clicks.

Donovan: And clicks bring money, and money brings nice stuff. Stuff like cars, and houses, and plastic surgery for the missus and her kids.

Jill: I'm not complaining that you write about the hacker, just the fact that you write about that every single day.

Jill: I can't read your newspaper's daily feed without running into at least ONE article about it.

Donovan: Well, first: I don't write about it, my interns do. The poor bastards think that'll please me enough to make them full-time employees.

Donovan: And second: You get tired of one article about a supposed hacker, but not all the daily ones about murders?

Jill: I always filter that section. I don't want to start my day scared and bitter.

Donovan: You're smarter than you look, kid. If more people were like you I'd go bankrupt from lack of traffic.

Donovan: ...but maybe my job would be easier.

Jill: What do you mean?

Donovan: Can you blame 'em? The idea of some wildcard hacker working for their own goals and nobody else's...

Donovan: That's the kind of corny shit that brings the clicks. From all kinds of people.

Donovan: And clicks bring money, and money brings nice stuff.

Donovan: Stuff like cars, and houses, and plastic surgery for the missus and her kids.

Jill: Well, I'm not complaining about the fact you write about the hacker. Just that you write about them every single day.

Jill: Some of it isn't even news. Just speculations or ...copycats.

Jill: I can't read your newspaper's daily feed without running into at least ONE article about Alice_Rabbit.

Donovan: Well, first of all: I don't write about it, my interns do.

Donovan: The poor bastards think it'll help make them full-time employees.

Donovan: I'm just capitalizing on this topic while it's popular.

Donovan: And second: You're tired of one article about a supposed hacker...

Donovan: But not all the daily stories about murders and other horrors?

Jill: Well, I always filter out that section. I don't want to start my day scared and bitter.

Jill: I have enough pressure and problems as is. I don't need to add Glitch City's lovely citizens to the list.

Donovan: You're smarter than you look, kid. But if more people were like you, I'd go bankrupt from the lack of traffic.

Donovan: ...still. Maybe my job would be easier.

Jill: How so?

Donovan: Ahhhh, it's the big things that makes life special...

Donovan: Ahhhh, it's the big things that make life worthwhile...

Jill: What about big troubles?

Donovan: Did I stutter, kid?

Jill: Right...

Donovan: Hey, I'm asking for a bubbly drink that's served in big mugs. Tell me what you call those so I can order them.

Donovan: Hey! I want one of those bubbly drinks that are served in big mugs.

Donovan: Preferably by big titted blondes in dresses showing lots of cleavage.

Donovan: Tell me what you call those drinks so I can order them.

Jill: ...

Donovan: Listen brat, you're not helping this hell hole look any better messing up my orders.

Donovan: Listen, brat. You're not helping this hell hole look any better by messing up my orders.

Donovan: This won't even make you look sexy.

Jill: (Yeah, great loss for me.)

Donovan: So. Celebrities...

Jill: Not really. At least not that I know of. Why?

Donovan: Well... first, because you have a serious VIP as a client and I don't see you losing your shit. You're not making me feel special, honey.

Donovan: And second, because I'm always up for some gossip regarding anyone that people pretend to love but actually want to see fall from grace.

Jill: "Pretend to love"?

Donovan: Why do you think that gossip about famous people is something that never dies?

Donovan: People pretend that they love celebs, but the deepest parts of them wants to see these idols torn down to their level.

Donovan: They want to see them suffer, to get their comeuppance for daring to be more successful than them.

Jill: Nah, I think gossip is just the voyeurism everyone enjoys but doesn't want to admit to.

Donovan: You think wrong. But even if you were right, it wouldn't change the fact that that people love that kind of stuff.

Donovan: They want to escape from their lives by living somebody else's.

Jill: But it's kinda useless to exaggerate the stuff other people do. Even if they're famous, they're still human.

Donovan: Oh, please. As a bartender, I bet you have a strong voyeuristic streak. Your kind always loves to hear that stuff. Just like hairdressers.

Jill: E-Even if that's the case, I don't overblow what people do. I don't make it more than "that person you know from TV acts like a human".

Donovan: And that problem exists because they constantly groom the image that they're perfect and untouchable.

Donovan: Going to exotic locales, dressing in elegant ways, indulging in every luxury they can think of...

Jill: "Overblow" is the key word here, just the other day I saw a "Comitee" judge what some girl was wearing while going to the store.

Jill: No matter what you say, they don't exist solely to entertain people during every breathing moment.

Donovan: Maybe, but...

Donovan: ...

Donovan: So. Celebrities...

Jill: Not really. At least, not that I know of. Why?

Donovan: Well... to begin with, you have a serious VIP as a client but I don't see you losing your shit.

Donovan: You're not making me feel special, honey.

Donovan: And second, because I'm always up for gossip regarding famous people.

Donovan: Especially the red carpet kind of famous.

Donovan: Those folks people pretend to love but actually want to see fall from grace.

Jill: "Pretend to love"? "Fall from grace"?

Donovan: Why do you think that gossip about famous people always sells?

Donovan: People pretend that they love celebs, but what they really want is to see their idols torn down to their level.

Donovan: They want to see them suffer. To get their comeuppance for daring to be so much more successful than them!

Jill: Nah, I think gossip is just something everyone enjoys but nobody wants to admit to enjoying.

Donovan: You thought wrong. But even if you were right, it wouldn't change the fact that people love that kind of stuff.

Donovan: They want to escape their lives by living somebody else's.

Jill: Sadly, I fail to see the appeal in that whole thing.

Jill: What do I care if this guy I saw in some random movie was wearing socks with sandals or if they're dating god-knows-who?

Jill: (Granted, socks with sandals is practically a public indecency, but still.)

Donovan: Oh, please. As a bartender, I bet you have a strong voyeuristic streak. Your kind always loves to hear that stuff.

Donovan: Just like hairdressers! This sounds hypocritical coming from you.

Jill: E-even if that's the case, I don't sensationalize what people do.

Jill: I don't make it more than "That person you know from TV acts like a human".

Jill: "Sensationalize" is the key word here.

Jill: Just the other day, I saw this "Committee" judge bitching over what some girl was wearing to the store.

Jill: No matter what you say, these people don't exist solely to entertain the public.

Donovan: But this problem exists because they're the ones constantly cultivating the idea that they're perfect and untouchable.

Donovan: Going to exotic locales, dressing in elegant ways, indulging in every luxury they can think of...

Donovan: All that just leaves the public CRAVING for those little moments when they make a mistake and fall to their level!

Jill: Can't say that's a lie, but... sometimes the crowd just wants to see they're human.

Jill: "Hey! That dude that plays the nice guy is indeed a really nice guy!"

Jill: To be fair, the gossip articles don't help. Sensationalizing everything.

Jill: It feels like they're instigating a behaviour that shouldn't even be acknowledged in the first place.

Donovan: You like your big words, eh brat?

Donovan: Well, two can play that game of-...

Donovan: ...

Jill: ...?

Donovan: Hmhm...

Donovan: Wouldn't you like a column talking about those? I bet they would sell quite well.

Jill: It would be like the priest that published "Confessionary Stories".

Jill: People usually tell me all that stuff because they know I'm just a bartender that they'll only see here.

Jill: A personal stranger of sorts.

Donovan: We could have you ghostwriting - half of our staff does that.

Jill: Eventually the people from the stories would know it's them and blame me.

Jill: Not only would that hurt us as a business, it would hurt me. I really like hearing clients rant about their lives.

Jill: Oh... and it would hurt the clients too I guess.

Donovan: Well, if you ever retire and want in on that offer, let me know.

Jill: (Yeah, like you'll remember me one month from now)

Donovan: Wouldn't you like a column talking about those? I bet they would sell quite well.

Jill: It would be like that priest who published "Confessionary Stories"... and then got excommunicated and lynched.

Jill: People usually tell me all this stuff because they know I'm just a simple bartender...

Jill: A personal stranger of sorts.

Donovan: We could have you ghostwriting - half of our staff do that.

Jill: They do?

Donovan: You don't really think Lana Smithee is just one person, do you?

Jill: (Figures.)

Jill: A-Anyway...

Jill: Eventually, the people from the stories would know it's them and blame me.

Jill: Not only would that hurt us as a business, it would hurt me. I really like hearing clients rant about their lives.

Jill: Oh... and it would hurt the clients too, I guess.

Donovan: Well, if you ever retire, that offer is waiting for you.

Jill: (Yeah, like you'll remember me two weeks from now.)

Donovan: ...but rather because I strike fear in them.

Donovan: I'll make everyone call me that starting tomorrow.

Donovan: ...but rather because I strike mortal dread into them.

Donovan: Starting tomorrow, I'm going to make everyone call me that.

Donovan: But I need to cut the alcohol right now - I just remembered I have a night shift later.

Donovan: I need to wake myself up. Give me something bitter... and big, but not alcoholic.

Donovan: But I need to cut myself off - I just remembered I have a night shift later.

Donovan: Give me something bitter... and big, but not alcoholic. I need to wake myself up.

Donovan: Yes, you certainly can. This'll help me get up later.

Jill: Here you go.

Donovan: Paint me blue and call me Sue, you can actually do it.

Donovan: This'll help me stay up late tonight...

Donovan: Hey kid, you know what sucks?

Jill: What?

Donovan: My wife's mouth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Donovan: Seriously, seriously. It sucks to have investors.

Donovan: Say kid, does this bar have any investors?

Jill: (He didn't call it a hell hole?)

Jill: There was some bloke named Sven that wanted to give us money if we stamped his face all over the place.

Jill: But aside from that, no.

Jill: These bars are pretty much like any fast food chain, so there are no local investors.

Jill: Why?

Donovan: Just wanted to let you know how lucky you bastards are.

Donovan: Investors suck harder than my first wife's mouth.

Donovan: The worse part is that I have to answer to them. I have a whole webpaper doing my bidding...

Donovan: ...and yet I have to answer to somebody else.

Donovan: What good is it to be the boss if you still have to do someone else's work?!

Donovan: I mean, you give me money so you can make more. Let me do my thing and I'll give you your money!

Donovan: But nooooooooooooo, they have to stick their noses and start changing the silliest of stuff.

Donovan: What good is it to be the boss if you still have to work for someone else?!

Donovan: The Augmented Eye started as another website called Eye of the Beholder.

Donovan: It was less news oriented and more about opinions. It got most of its traffic out of inflammatory comments.

Donovan: Before that it was a small paperback publication called Without Reservations.

Donovan: This one spun off from a column of the same name in a bigger newspaper called The Jumping Reporter

Jill: Sounds like it took its time. Is it a family business perhaps?

Donovan: No, I just bought it from some poor idiot.

Jill: O-Oh...

Donovan: And Eye of the Beholder came after someone bought 'Without Reservations', I'm just the latest owner in this whole thing.

Jill: And what made you pick a news website as business?

Donoval: It sounded fun. I decided it on a whim - I might as well have ended on a hairdressing chain called Marcelo or something.

Donovan: The Augmented Eye was a really important newspaper in Neo-San Francisco almost 10 years ago.

Donovan: But... there was a big mess involving the head editor being defenestrated.

Donovan: One thing led to another, and during a tough financial spot, I bought the whole thing and assumed duties as chief editor.

Donovan: Neo-SF is still the HQ, but most of the revenues come from here.

Donovan: Just being in Glitch City means at least 30% extra earnings.

Jill: Oh yeah, I remember the news. It was quite a mess.

Jill: And what made you pick a news website as business?

Donovan: It sounded fun. I decided it on a whim - I might as well have ended up with a hairdressing chain called Marcelo.

???: Big Gut Punch, cut it with the mandatory joke.

???: Big Gut Punch. Fast.

Jill: (The registry says Ingram McDougal. Ok...)

Jill: (The payment registry says...)

Jill: Sorry for the question then, Mr. Ingram McDougal.

Ingram: ...

Jill: Sorry about the smell, we're working on fixing it. There was an... incident over the weekend.

Jill: Sorry about the smell, we're working on fixing it. There was an... incident over the weekend.

Ingram: But it's Tuesday.

Jill: ...

Ingram: I can't afford to slander this place knowing it's HERS!

Ingram: I can't afford to slander this place knowing SHE's here!

Jill: No, it's safe. It's even added to the BBC's recipe book.

Jill: No, it's safe. It's even been added to the BTC's official recipe book.

Jill: Then my serving you sweet drinks is making you relive bad memories?

Jill: Then is my serving you sweet drinks resurrecting bad memories?

Jill: That's quite the random thought to have.

Ingram: Not really, I was just thinking about people making polite comments about this crackhouse.

Jill: Of course you were.

Jill: Still, that's quite the random thought to just suddenly have.

Jill: Are you perhaps lying about something right now?

Ingram: Not really, I was just thinking about people making polite comments about this crackhouse.

Jill: *sigh* Of course you were.

Jill: Already? Don't you think you're drinking a bit quickly?

Ingram: The speed is my problem. Give me a Fringe Weaver.

Jill: Already? Don't you think you're drinking a bit quickly?

Ingram: That's my problem, not yours. Give me a Fringe Weaver.

Jill: If I started judging groups based on only a few examples, I'd be against all 'droids because one of them went rogue.

Jill: If I started judging groups based on only a few examples, I'd be against all Lilim because one of them went rogue.

Ingram: Nothing seems to do it.

Jill: ...have you tried rescuing a puppy?

Ingram: You can't fuck puppies. And if you think you can, you're sicker than the "fully equipped" bitch I was about to get it on with in Malaysia.

Jill: I'm drawing a blank then, can't think of anything that might help.

Ingram: Nothing seems to do it.

Jill: Um...

Jill: ...have you tried rescuing a puppy?

Ingram: You can't fuck puppies. At least you SHOULDN'T.

Jill: I'm drawing a blank then. Can't think of anything that might help.

Sei: "To rescue, heal, and protect! We are the angels that oversee the general public."

Sei: "We are the light of hope in the darkest times."

Jill: Um... what was that?

Sei: Sorry, it's sort of our pledge of allegiance; we recite it every morning.

Sei: What I was trying to say, is that our duties lie mostly on rescuing civilians, healing the injured, or protecting them from stuff.

Jill: What kind of stuff?

Sei: Burglars, rapists, car crashes, anything we are able to see at the time it happens.

Sei: "To rescue, heal, and protect! We are the angels who soothe those suffering enemy attack!"

Sei: "We are the light of hope in the darkest of times, the ones who assist the victims of crime!"

Sei: "We watch, we protect."

Jill: Um... what was that?

Sei: Sorry, it's sort of our pledge of allegiance; we recite it every morning.

Sei: What it means is that our duties mostly include rescuing civilians, healing the injured, and protecting them from... stuff.

Jill: What kind of stuff?

Sei: Burglars, rapists, car crashes, anything that might happen on our watch.

Sei: I mean, I've yet to meet somebody that ISN'T glad to see me when I arrive somewhere.

Jill: You must've seen quite the sights.

Sei: Yeah! This one time I was saving some people from the top of a collapsing building and the city looked so pretty!

Sei: It was like a starry sky on earth!

Sei: Oh! And there was this time we were cleaning the aftermath of a car crash. Water was pouring out of a hydrant.

Sei: With the lights and scattered pieces of glass, it was all almost dream-like.

Jill: T-That's not what I meant by "sights".

Sei: No? But those are sights, right?

Jill: Yeah, but... nevermind.

Sei: I mean, I've yet to meet somebody that ISN'T glad to see me when I arrive.

Jill: You must've seen some shocking sights.

Sei: Yeah! This one time, when I was saving some people from the top of a collapsing building...

Sei: I looked down and was blown away by how pretty the city was! It was like a starry sky on earth!

Sei: Oh! And there was this time we were cleaning up the aftermath of a car crash. Water was pouring out of a hydrant.

Sei: With the lights and scattered pieces of glass, it was all almost dream-like.

Jill: T-That's not what I meant by "shocking sights".

Sei: No? But those are sights... and they're shocking, right?

Jill: Yeah, but... nevermind.

Sei: Wait... did I mishear and you actually meant "sighs"?

Sei: I mean, sure.

Sei: I've suffered the deepest, longest and most frustrated sighs from people after everything's said and done but...

Jill: Don't worry, you didn't mishear. I guess I was just expecting a different kind of answer.

Sei: What kind of answer?

Jill: Don't... worry too much about it.

Jill: What do you like about it?

Sei: There's this smell of dog urine and soap.

Jill: ...

Sei: My mom used to be a veterinarian, and I used to go to her clinic after school, so the smell takes me back.

Sei: It makes me feel... comfy.

Jill: *ahem* What made you become a White Knight instead of a veterinarian or... anything else?

Sei: Something that happened while I was a kid.

Jill: What do you like about it?

Sei: The smell of dog urine and soap!

Jill: ...

Sei: My mom used to be a veterinarian, and I used to go to her clinic after school, so the smell takes me back.

Sei: It makes me feel... comfy and nostalgic.

Jill: *ahem* What made you become a White Knight instead of a veterinarian or... anything else?

Sei: Well, I was never a good student, so studying medicine of any kind was out of the question.

Sei: That aside, it's mostly because of something that happened while I was a kid.

Sei: There's even a squad full of people on bureaucratic stuff.

Jill: Really?

Sei: Yeah, they are assigned to companies to handle the accounting and that kind of stuff.

Sei: People usually ask for them because they speed up processes.

Sei: But a few are assigned when the company is suspected to have weird deals under the table.

Jill: Interesting.

Sei: There's even a squad full of bureaucrats.

Jill: Really?

Sei: Yeah, they get assigned to companies to handle the accounting and that kind of stuff.

Sei: People usually ask for them because they speed up processes.

Sei: But a few are assigned when a company is suspected of having weird, under-the-table deals.

Jill: Interesting.

Sei: There was also a squad dedicated to fighting school bullying.

Sei: They were doing a nice job, but the "fad" of anti-bullying campaigns passed and they lost their funding.

Sei: I believe some members still work with anti-bullying cases in an unofficial capacity.

Jill: That'd be nice... I think.

Jill: Gil, did the ammonia make you go nuts?!

Gillian: There was this time in Zanzibar when that almost happened, but I'm sure that sound was a car crash.

Jill: Gil, did the ammonia make you go nuts?!

Gillian: There was this time in Zanzibar when that almost happened. In any case, I'll go check that noise.

Sei: See? I told it was a Martini, this one doesn't look like what I had in mind.

Sei: But I'll try it anyways.

Sei: H-Hey *yawn* do you know a laundry shop that's just a bit down this street?

Jill: Yeah, been there a couple of times. Why?

Sei: The owner, some Rufus Sharp. I... studied with him in elementary school.

Sei: He was one of... those kids that went telling adults everything you did.

Sei: I remember... seeing him in... high school. He became such a... prick...

Sei: Such... a little... bitch...

Sei: Zzzzzzzzz...

Sei: See? I told you it was a Martini. This one doesn't look anything like what I had in mind.

Sei: But I'll try it, anyway.

Sei: Hey Ji... Ji... *yawn*. Hey Jill... wanna hear something funny?

Jill: Sure.

Sei: There's this... guy named Jack, he's the captain of one of the Blitz.. zzzkrieg Corps.

Sei: His squad is... *yawn* filled with suits he customized himself.

Sei: They're all themed after su... ssssuits of *yawn* suits of cards.

Sei: Heh... suits of suits.

Sei: His armor is particularly flambo... flam... gaudy. His visor has a rainbow and he wears a cape.

Sei: His "Jacker Blitzkrieg Corps" are the joke of the whole... the... whole...

Sei: ...

Jill: ...?

Sei: ...zzzzzzz.

Jill: But seems I do need to hold her helmet until she realizes she left it here.

Jill: Oh... but it looks like I'll be holding her helmet until she realizes she left it here.

Gillian: I'll go check that noise! If you hear me scream, lock down the bar!

Jill: Careful.

Sei: It might be a bit difficult though, she's more into, um... classier places.

Sei: But it shouldn't be too bad, I just need to-

Sei: What was that?!

Jill: Sounded like a car crash outside.

Sei: I'd better check that. I paid you already, right?

Jill: Yeah, go ahead. Be careful.

Sei: I will!

Jill: She... left her helmet.

Jill: (Well, if she's coming back, I'll just hold it for her).

Sei: It might be a bit difficult, though. She's more into, um... classier places.

Sei: N-Not that this place isn't nice! B-But...

Jill: Don't worry, I know the kind of place I work in.

Sei: I-I see...

Sei: But it shouldn't be too bad, I just need to-

Sei: What was that?!

Jill: Sounded like an explosion.

Sei: I'd better check that. I paid you already, right?

Jill: Yeah, go ahead. Be careful.

Sei: I will!

Jill: She... left her helmet.

Jill: (Well, if she's coming back, I'll just hold it for her.)

Gillian: I'll go check what the everloving hell that explosion was.

Jill: Careful.

???: W-Where am I? Where am I?!

Jill: Good night and welcome to Valhalla.

???: W-Where am I? Where am I?!

Jill: Good evening and welcome to Valhalla.

Jill: (That might not have been the best thing to say.)

???: You're planning on tearing my clothes, beating me unconscious, having your way with me and murdering me, aren't you?!

???: All the while violating every hole in my body as I'm still twitching, AREN'T YOU?!

???: MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER

???: You wanna tear my clothes, beat me unconscious, have your horrible way with me and then brutally murder me, don't you?!

???: All while still violating every hole in my body as I lay there twitching, DON'T YOU?!

???: MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER

???: To "calm down"? What did you spice it up with? Roofies? Tetraxine? Pumpkin?

???: To "calm down"? What did you spice it up with? Roofies? TTX? Pumpkins?

Jill: You see, when you're at bartending instruction they make you go through a... ceremonial punishment.

Jill: They put you in a cage, drop a bucket of cold water on you, and start gently pricking you with a bunch of pointy sticks at the same time.

Jill: If I were to "spice up" any drink, they'd make me go through that punishment "for real" and... no. Just no.

Jill: If I ever added anything like that to your drink, they'd dock my pay and tips.

Jill: Not to mention I'd have to pay any lawsuits myself.

Jill: And that's the best case scenario. I could get fired and lose benefits or go to jail.

Jill: And trust me, the BTC LOVES to catch anyone who commits that particular felony.

Jill: They'd show themselves all proud for a hefty PR boost.

Jill: And the thought of going through all that is just...

Jill: *BRRRRRRRR*

Jill: When you go outside, just three businesses to the left, there's a convenience store where you can get a drug test for drinks.

Jill: Tell the cashier that Dana Zane sent you.

Jill: Let's do something.

Jill: If you go outside, and head just three businesses to the left, you'll find a convenience store.

Jill: They sell drug tests for drinks. Tell the cashier that Dana Zane sent you.

Gillian: I think I'm done here.

Gillian: Two flying cars crashed and went boom. That's why it was so noisy.

Jill: Any damage?

Gillian: A hole in the street, dunno about the drivers or anything.

Jill: I see.

Gillian: Either way, I think I'm done here.

Jill: Well first, it's not my name. It's my boss'

Jill: Second, we are pretty much part of a chain, sorta like the Burger Queen of bars.

Jill: And finally, I'm not making you drink this. I offered it to you as a sign of peace when you were all nervous.

Jill: You can just ignore the drink, go through that door, never come back, and forget this ever happened and nothing of value would be lost.

Jill: Good point, but first of all: It's not my name. It's my boss'.

Jill: Second, we are pretty much part of a chain. Sorta like the Spicy Chicken of bars.

Jill: And finally, I'm not making you drink this. I offered it to you as a sign of peace.

Jill: I mean, you ARE right. It IS indeed suspicious on my part. Sorry.

Jill: You can just ignore the drink, go through that door, and forget this ever happened.

Jill: That would be it. You're at peace and nothing of value would be lost.

???: ...

???: *Cough* Too strong... did you think this would calm me down?

???: It'll help me calm down a bit, I think.

???: *cough* Too strong... did you think this would calm me down?

Jill: Um...

???: Hm...

Jill: No problem. If I were you I'd probably react the same way.

Jill: No problem. If I were you, I'd have probably reacted the same way.

Jill: I should apologize for my last comment too, it came out as insensitive.

Jill: My boss found you unconscious and brought here for safekeeping.

Jill: Aaaaand you were asleep until the car crash outside.

???: I-I see...

Jill: My boss found you unconscious and brought you here for safekeeping.

Jill: Aaaaand you were asleep until that car crash outside.

???: I-I see...

???: I guess it's better to wake up here than on the streets, stripped of clothes, dignity, and/or organs.

???: Okay then, I'll take you on your offer. I'll have a Piano Man.

Jill: Coming right up

???: Okay then, I'll take you on your offer. I'll have a Piano Man.

Jill: Will you be fine?

???: Yeah, I just gulped the last one, so I wanna enjoy this one.

Jill: Coming right up then.

Jill: What did he do? Your dad, I mean. To provoke the pianist.

???: Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess.

???: He was relaxing in a bar and suddenly the pianist leapt off the stage and started punching him.

Jill: What did he do? Your dad, I mean. To provoke the pianist like that.

???: Wrong place at the wrong time, I guess.

???: He was relaxing in a bar when suddenly the pianist leapt off the stage and started punching him.

???: Some say he was off his meds and that my dad looked like some music critic that had bashed him.

???: I still hold my stance that he just got too excited. Jazz does that to you.

Jill: I see...

Jill: The Piano Man has an interesting story.

Jill: It was originally created by a bartender in honor of a pianist friend of his that had just died.

Jill: Apparently, it mixes all the flavors said friend liked the most.

???: Oh, that's nice.

Jill: Here.

???: This is not a Piano Man. Are you giving me whatever you please because it's free?

???: Well, you're being polite enough., I'll let it pass.

???: This is not a Piano Man... or even a Piano Woman. Are you giving me whatever you please because it's free?

???: Well, you're being polite enough, so I'll let it pass this time.

Jill: Right...

Jill: (Sorry.)

Kim: ...I knew I've smelled the nasty perfume lingering here before. That bastard leaves this smell wherever he goes.

Kim: ...I knew I smelled his nasty cologne.

Kim: That bastard leaves his reek wherever he goes.

Kim: He's just so forceful about the way he wants stuff, that people have it done before they realize what's going on.

Kim: He even got a pizza delivery boy to work server maintenance for a full week before the pizza shop asked where the hell he was.

Kim: He's so forceful about the things he wants that people have it done before they realize what's going on.

Kim: He even got a pizza delivery boy to work server maintenance.

Kim: A full week passed before the pizza shop asked where the hell he was.

Kim: And would you believe it? The guy became decent at server maintenance, despite having no previous experience.

Jill: You keep going through the motions while trying to provide something of quality, answering people's whim orders.

Jill: I think the hardest part is dealing with the chemical hazards some people leave behind. Why?

Kim: At one point I thought about being a bartender, but I was afraid they'd make me wear skimpy clothes and dance or something.

Jill: You keep going through the motions while trying to provide something of quality.

Jill: All while answering the whimsy of people's orders.

Jill: I think the hardest part is dealing with the chemical hazards some people might leave behind. Why?

Kim: At one point I thought about being a bartender...

Kim: ...but I was afraid they'd make me wear skimpy clothes and dance or something.

Kim: Hey, do you work with other women?

Jill: I work FOR a woman, but my only co-worker's male, why?

Kim: You LUCKY bitch. You have no idea the heaven you live in.

Kim: When I started my internship, every other intern was female.

Kim: *ahem* *cough* *ahem*

Jill: Um... are you alright?

Kim: Yeah, just a bit... *ahem* dizzy.

Jill: And you're clearing your throat?

Kim: It... *cough* helps me focus a bit.

Kim: ...yeah. I'm better now.

Kim: Hey Jill, do you work with other women?

Jill: I work FOR a woman, but my only co-worker is male, why?

Kim: You LUCKY bitch. Err... I mean... y-you have no idea the heaven you live in.

Kim: When I started my internship, every intern was female.

Kim: FRIENDS?! Those cunts aren't in it for friends, they're out for BLOOD!

Kim: The other day I got an assignment, and all I got for my efforts was being locked in the bathroom.

Kim: And another time, when our supervisor praised me? I'm still looking for my briefcase.

Kim: FRIENDS?! Those cunts aren't in it for friendship, they're out for BLOOD!

Kim: Err... s-sorry, I mean...

Kim: The other day I got an assignment, and all I got for my efforts was an afternoon spent locked in the bathroom.

Kim: And this other time? When our supervisor praised me? I'm still looking for my briefcase.

Kim: Let the Lizardmen have a feast with them.

Kim: Let the Lizardmen feast on their livers.

Gillian: Sure, anything for a client.

Gillian: Sure, anything for a client.

Gillian: Excuse me Miss, please help me walk you to your cab.

Kim: *mumble* Pickpockets... *mumble*

Kim: Jill, was this job, like, a lifelong dream or something?

Jill: Not really. It just kinda happened.

Kim: Hey Jill, was this job, like, a lifelong dream or something?

Jill: Not really. It just kinda happened.

Jill: One thing led to another and BAM, bartending.

Jill: The only dream I can remember being passionate about was buying a fully functional Saga Jupiter.

Jill: Can't say I've given up on that one yet. But alas, adult stuff need to be paid for first.

Kim: You've never had a dream you want to chase?

Jill: I'd be lying if I said I did. I just... live, I guess.

Jill: I've been letting my life flow and now I'm working in a place where I'm comfortable.

Jill: The only dream I can remember being passionate about was buying a Model Warrior Julianne arcade machine.

Jill: Can't say I've given up on that one yet. But alas, adult stuff needs to be paid for first.

Kim: You've never had a dream you wanted to chase?

Jill: Not really. I mean, most of my dreams have been silly things or childish dreams.

Kim: Childish dreams?

Jill: Having a room where every piece of furniture talks, being a Model Warrior...

Kim: OH! Childish dreams, yeah.

Kim: I remember I wanted to live in a Koi pond when I was seven. The fish seemed to be having a blast to me.

Kim: So, no dreams?

Jill: None that I felt particularly motivated to chase, no.

Jill: I mean, I'm fascinated by AIs, but I just couldn't find it in me to study that.

Jill: So, I picked something I found nice and moved on.

Jill: And somewhere along the way, I became a bartender.

Kim: Um... who was he?

Jill: A ghost. Nobody you should worry about.

Kim: Oh...

Kim: Um... who was he?

Jill: A ghost. Nobody you should worry about.

Kim: Oh...

Gillian: I HEARD THAT!

Jill: Why were you asking all those questions?

Kim: Because now that I think about it, I don't really have a dream job or anything like that.

Jill: I think we idealize the idea of a dream job too much.

Jill: Not everyone walks around with a clear idea of what they want in life.

Jill: Some take a liking to a job, others find it after many failed attempts.

Jill: Sometimes life takes an unexpected turn that makes you change your plans...

Jill: ...

Jill: ...what I mean is: Don't worry too much about it.

Kim: Maybe you're right.

Jill: Kim woke up, had a couple of drinks, and left.

Jill: Kim woke up, had a couple of drinks, and left.

Dana: So she's called Kim.

Jill: Are you worried about her?

Dana: Yeah, a little.

Dana: Anyways, you're free to go after you finish washing up.

Dana: Let me transfer you today's payment. Maybe I'll give Gil a small bonus for dealing with the bathroom.

Jill: Are you worried about her?

Dana: Wouldn't you be?

Jill: I don't know.

Jill: Hey Boss, do you feel like calling you "Boss" is too impersonal?

Dana: Hm? Not really, no.

Dana: It's not like you call me that because I'm a stranger. Just out of habit.

Jill: Oh...

Dana: Anyway, you're free to go after you finish washing up the glasses.

Dana: Let me transfer you today's payment. Maybe I'll give Gil a small bonus for dealing with the bathroom.

Jill: At least I didn't get locked up this time.