[center][color=crimson][h1][i]Temp[/i][/h1]Location: Armadillo[/color]

[@berlin][@northernkraken][/center]

Temp pressed her lips together, her fire already starting to cool as Roz reprimanded her. Guilt was a small, quiet thing that crawled up her throat. Roz was... she was good to her. Patient. Gave her more chances than she shoulda. 

Roz was fretting over the cut that Temp had already forgotten about. Temp clenched her jaw to hold back her immediate response – that she’d made it this long without a mother and didn’t need one now. She breathed out slow. Roz didn’t deserve that. 

[color=crimson]”Ya didn’t exactly hire me for my customer service skills,”[/color] she mumbled half heartedly. She took the towel and ice from her boss before Roz could even attempt to treat her. [color=crimson]”...Sorry. Won’t shout unless someone deserves it.”[/color] Her voice was soft, tempering some of her usual gruffness. Temp looked down at the towel in her hand, the ice’s chill already starting to seep through it. She tapped it twice against her other hand, listening to the rattle of ice. [color=crimson]”I cost you customers, take it out of my pay or cut me loose.”[/color] She glanced up at Roz for the briefest of moments. 

Then she moved past her, back towards the front of the saloon. [color=crimson]”Bar’s unmanned,”[/color] she mumbled. She pressed the towel up to her brow for Roz’s sake, feeling the ice bite into her skin. 

Back in the front, Temp moved to the bar. Her eyes found the woman she’d snapped at. Temp gave a quiet sigh. Looked away. Back at the woman. [color=crimson]”What’ll ya have?”[/color] It was the closest she was going to get to an apology.