[color=00aeef]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Salem Diner

"Oh, that's okay.  It happens a lot, since I'm short, and all!  I'm used to it."  Celeste looked back to Brandy.  "Yeah, there's a robot that is left over from the war, when the place was an old folk's home.  Poor thing had been stuck in some rut for years.  Didn't realize its tenants were dead!"  She shuddered.  "I don't want to see another skeleton for the rest of my life, I'll say that."

Frieda chewed the inside of her cheek to stop herself from making a snarky reply.  The woman next to her clearly was extraordinarily...special.

“How did you get a robot out of rut? It must be heavy, did somebody help you?” Brandy sighed, “Yeah, we should properly bury the skeletons, they deserve that much. I can only imagine the things they saw during their lifetime.”

"Hmm?  Oh, it was in some kind of, uh, digital loop.  It kept doing the same thing over and over.  It said something about an update...ha, ha!  I don't try to understand," Celeste replied, finishing her soup.

"For what it's worth, I have...uh, [i]experience[/i] working with robots, so I know a bit about them.  I might be able to help you out, if you need it," Frieda offered, politely.  She glanced back at Brandy and saw a look in the younger woman's eyes.

Ace saved the day by placing another beer in front of her and declaring it was on the house.  She nodded thankfully and accepted.

“Hold my beer and watch this," Brandy said, sliding her beer over the bar to Frieda.  Before the blonde could say anything, Brandy got up, marched herself behind the bar to Ace and planted a kiss right on his lips.  Frieda raised an eyebrow as she noticed Ace was startled, but didn't pull back.

"Damn, girl," Frieda smiled to herself, finishing the second beer and placing the empty on the counter.  Brandy sauntered back to her stool and nearly missed it entirely.  Frieda thrust out her hand to catch the younger woman, but Brandy managed relatively well enough.

"All right," Frieda cooed, picking up the last beer and gently guiding Brandy off the stool.  "I think it's about time we get you home."  She stooped to pick up her duffle bag and nodded at Celeste.  "Nice to meet you.  Brandy and I will stop by your inn tomorrow."

"Say 'goodnight,' Brandy," she said as she led Brandy from the diner.  As soon as she was outside the building, she pulled out her smokes and lit one up.  

"I'll say, I wasn't expecting you to do something like that, but...good for you," she praised Brandy as the strolled through Salem.  "Definitely gave him something to think about, anyways."  Frieda paused, realizing she had no idea where she was going.  "Er, sorry.  You should lead."