[i]Another day in paradise...[/i]

Pax emitted an audible sigh as he readied another round of drinks for table nine and passed them on to the expectant waitress with a deflated "Here". She gave him a puzzled look and shrugged as she took the drinks, all the while he struggled to recall her name. [i]A week since the last reset, and I still can't place it...[/i] He mused, returning to idly cleaning out dirty glasses. He glanced up as his fellow bartender was taking the orders of another two customers at the bar... when did they come in, again?

[color=c4df9b]"Pax."[/color] Came a voice, though it seemed insufficient to jar the towering metal man from his thoughts. [color=c4df9b]"Pax? You feelin' alright there, big guy?"[/color] The voice came again, a hand tugging at Pax's own. Finally the robot turned to see who it was that wanted his attention, only to find the freckled face of the manager awaiting him. Pax jolted to attention, offering a reply as quickly as he could manage. [color=004b80]"Why, yes - of course, sir!"[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Everything good out here so far tonight? No incidences?"[/color] The manager asked, eyes darting around the bar.

[color=004b80]"Yes, sir. The Wasted Wormhole is the place to be tonight! I calculate attendance is up by nearly-"[/color] Pax started before being cut off. [color=c4df9b]"No no, that's enough, Pax. Keep it casual, loosen up. But... ah... it's been almost two weeks since your last incident, hasn't it? Keep up the good work, big guy!"[/color] The manager spoke, reaching to pat Pax as high on the robot's back as the man could manage before abruptly walking away.

[color=004b80]"It... has? What happened?"[/color] Pax inquired, though his question went unheard and unanswered. [color=004b80]"That was odd... even for a human."[/color] Pax noted and turned to look at his coworker, who was still busy fixing drinks. [color=004b80]"Back to work then."[/color] He muttered to himself, grabbing a small hose and returning his attention to cleaning glasses.