[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Ace's Diner[/b][/i][/color]


Adam stood there, waiting to see if he could enter properly until Ace spoke,“Yeah, we are open… Betty help the gentleman out. I need some air.” He said, heading to a hatch. “Whatever, leaving me alone…again.”, the girl, Betty, said moodily. Ace didn't seem to be in the mood for taking lip, “That’s what I hired you for. Find out if the toaster would like anything, I’m sure there’s a can of motor oil for it somewhere.” he said, descending down the ladder. Betty turned to Adam as she smacked so gum, “Whatcha having old man?”. Adam seemed confused before he remembered why he'd came here. "Right. Coffee, black if it ain't too much trouble, ma'am. Maybe a side of Brahmin steak too". Adam walked over to an old classic red swivel seat at the faded countertop and put his head down on the counter, arm over his neck trying to fight off a headache and tiredness. When he looked up again, he looked over to Betty and asked, "So whats with the head chef there and that fuss? And what's he mean 'android'? That some kind of robot?", he hiked a thumb to the guy nearby, "He don't look like no RobCo product I've ever seen."