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No, really. That’s all I wanted to say. But it’s accurate.
Really? It’s not like it’s a difficult drink to remember, so you can count on me. Hah yeah, that’s probably the more truthful way to describe them. Yeah, they’re always nice to talk to. They have a lot of stories.
It’s not, but when you serve hundreds of customers a night and you have quite a few regulars, I suppose I could understand if someone couldn’t. Did you meet Rose? Strawberry blonde hair she clearly still dyes, has to be in her fifties but looks thirty, married to a former senator?
Yeah well… you’re still not exactly happy with me.
No but... we’re getting there. Slowly. Jamba juice, your treat, always helps. So do joint social justice crusades.
I guess so, its kind of funny how that works out. I was born second and I’m the over protective one. A family meeting would be such a foreign concept in my family.
Is it just the two of you? The way you talk makes it seem like it is. Hah! It’s always so amusing when typical roles are switched up. I’m not as “invisible” as a middle child normally is, that’s probably my youngest brother. They’ve never tried it?! It’s a pain in the ass but it keeps open communication.
Whiskey on the rocks, got it, that’s easy enough. The next time you come out of your cave, I’ll make one for you without you even having to ask. You can see me in action. Yeah, there are a lot of…interesting people who come into Eden.
You’ll get automatic kudos in my book for being able to remember. Been ordering the same thing for at least three years and there are still a few who can’t remember. Hah! What a classy way of saying “some of these customers are downright batshit crazy”. My favorites are the much older folks that show up more during the day.
Talented tongue some might say.
Gut response was the cliche ‘in more ways than one?’
I guess it’s about balance and knowing when to ask for help. It’s been great, actually. I’ve become a real pro at the making of the drinks, I think, and I like the conversations.
Most people don’t find that balance but the lucky few seem to exude peace. I’m going to need to come out of the office and check you out on the job! Just a hint: Whiskey on the rocks is my go-to drink. Honestly that’s the one thing you miss most when you leave the bar. The conversations tend to stick, or at least the most hilarious ones.
Doesn’t it just?
What can I say? You’re incredibly charming.
Of course there is. You do revel in my failures it seems, stud. So unfair.
Aw, not your failures Westley dearest. Just the comedy of errors that leads up to those potential failures. To be fair I laugh at Shiloh without abandon.
If I get in trouble for pulling a Dominant douche bag off of the submissive girl at the Jamba Juice today, I’ll be pissed! What the fuck is wrong with people?
They did what? Kinda wishing I still came with you on occasion. I’d have been right there with you.
But then how would I continue to keep you enthralled?
I’m pretty sure, as infuriating as it can be, that your general personality manages to do that.
I don’t think it does. It’s just like that old adage: if you want something done right, do it yourself. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.
Admittedly that was my motto for years, until I was told to lighten up some. Learning to let go of the reigns was more of a challenge than most things have been, but I’m getting there. Speaking of - how’s the bar been treating you?
