"Sure boss, yeah. No, I don't think it's gonna be a problem. Yeah, I can handle it, you know me. Sure, see you at five. No, no shipments today." Rowan put down the receiver and turned back to face the bar, which was when Joel walked in. "Not yet? But we might get a part-timer." Her tone didn't contain any hint of her feelings on this aside from her usual slightly world-weary attitude. "It's an early Sunday, apparently. Some sort of magnetic field or some-"

Azura had come in, caught in a flash rainstorm outside, requesting a towel and looking like a drowned puppy. Rowan paused for just half a second too long, then blushed before she hopped up to sit on the bar, flipped herself around with her long legs swinging as far from Fenton's head as she could, and then landing on the ground between two stools, her black tennis shoes thumping lightly. Stopping for a beat to pull her apron off and hand it around the poor girls head to cover her chest, she guided her back around the bar with an arm over the shoulders. "Nasty sitch, huh? No worries, we've got towels and spare hoodies an' everything in back, we'll getcha taken care of." She called back over her shoulder as they disappeared into the back rooms, "Back in a jiff, Joel. If you're hungry I'll whip something up I've been wantin' to try." she stopped for just a second and peered around at Veronica and Fenton. [i]Yeah, they're doin' [u]fine[/u][/i], she thought to herself with a smirk.

The back rooms were tiny and cramped, consisting of a walk-in cooler attached to a tiny kitchen, a dry storage room with a staircase leading to the basement through a lift door, and the office she pulled Azura into, also tiny and stuffed with cardboard boxes all around the little desk and chairs. She sat Azura into one of those and opened a small closet, muttering to herself. "I [i]know[/i] I left somethin' in here somewhere, where the hell did he...Aha!" First off she tossed a long beach towel out behind her for the girl, and then resurfaced from the closet, holding up an outsized hoodie that would hang to her [i]knees[/i] if she was wearing it.

"Always keep spare clothing everywhere, my Gran told me. Always comes in handy! Here, you can wear this for now, but I'll want it back eventually." She held out the sweatshirt, which still smelled of oranges, ginger, and old cigarette smoke from the last time she had worn it. "I gotta get back to the bar, come out when you're done changing and I will let you know what the boss said for today." She left the girl in the office, closing the door and leaning on it, trying to shake the wet t-shirt out of her mind. [i]Cool it, girl, you've got customers to attend.[/i] And with a shake of her head, she resumed her normal composure and made her way around the corner and back into her normal position, looking at Joel expectantly. "What can I get you, Joel?" 

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