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"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. Yeah, they're doin' fine, 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 know 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 knees 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. Cool it, girl, you've got customers to attend. 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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"Hello, Fenton!" Rowan smiled, a slightly warmer expression that she reserved for her regulars. Her left eyebrow twitched up into a quizzical expression as he made his order and expressed that it was story time. "All right. You're lucky, I have a bit of it left, and if this keeps up with you guys dropping in, I might as well go ahead and open early. Boss won't mind a few extra bucks in the drawer." She disappeared below the bar for a moment, the rattle of glasses clearly audible, and came back up with a tumbler and a pint glass. Her hair flickered around her head as she twisted and bent down to sort through a bin of what appeared to be completely random cans and bottles, retrieving one with an orange label and decorated with flames. Setting that on the counter, she turned again and snagged an expensive looking brown bottle labelled in faded yellow paper and block Olde English text, eyeing the contents against the light before she popped the top off. She set that down too, letting it breathe while she retrieved a few ice cubes for each glass. She poured two fingers into the tumbler of the good stuff, popped the soda open and poured that deftly into the pint glass, and slid them to their respective owners.

She nodded to Veronica first, saying, "That whole shipment got sent to us by mistake, but the boss wants to see how well they go over so we kept them. The label's in Japanese, but it's got habaneros on the label, so it should be hot enough for you. I haven't had a chance to try any of them yet, so you'll have to let me know what it's like." She winked and added, "No charge for guinea pig drinks, as per usual, and let me know if you need crackers or another drink, since we're open now, it seems." Then she slid around the bar, speaking over her shoulder to Fenton. "I'm listening, but I gotta click the signs on and what not. What's the scoop, Fen? And are you staying long enough for a tab?"

She moved with alacrity to the front door, flipping over the 'open' sign and turning on the window neons before resuming her spot behind the counter, pausing only to start pouring herself one of the cheap-ass pints she tended to favour. She had just been settling with her elbows on the counter to listen to Fenton when the door chimed and another girl walked in. This one seemed to take the place in, along with her and her regs, in just a glance, then squared her shoulders and walked up to the counter. As soon as she started speaking Rowan recognised the voice from earlier.

"Yep, I'm Rowan." She turned back to Fenton and shrugged. "Duty calls. Tell Veronica, I'll try to keep an ear out if you need anything." Then, she pulled a clipboard out from underneath the bar and set it down, motioning for Azura to take a seat across from her. "So, the boss isn't down yet, and won't be for a couple more hours yet unless I phone him. If you want an interview right away, that's your fastest bet, but in the meantime, there's the, y'know, typical application thing. Let me know if you need a drink or have a question, alright?"

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Rowan glanced up, using her free hand to brush a loose lock of her purple-black hair behind her ear as she took a drag and dropped her smoke with her other. "Oh hell, hey...uhh...Winters, right? Valerie? No, Veronica. Ummm. We're not exactly open, so I can't serve booze yet, but I can getcha a soda of some sort." She stood, leggy frame evident because she had, due to the midsummer heat, decided on a thinner sort of jeans, as many looks as they might draw. After all, she didn't notice when people were paying attention to her, and it's not like patrons could see much behind the bar, right?

"Ha, yeah, you'd actually be surprised how often I see people both through the goggles and not." She squinted in the sunlight, dusting off her apron and flicking the butt of her cigarette deftly off into the trashcan near the door, the cherry falling just short and avoiding a fire. "Or maybe you wouldn't, who knows?"

As the bass from Veronica's headphones caught up with her ears, one could almost see Rowan wince, though she would never admit it to a customer. "I haven't seen you here this early before, I don't think. Then again, most people avoid the place for the first half of their night to begin with, y'know? Walking past during daylight for even our regulars must be a bit weird. Tell ya what, you look like you've had a long morning, why don't I getcha somethin' to ease the boredom, eh?" And with that and a turn of the hips, Rowan disappeared into the front door of the bar, leaving it unlocked and inviting despite the early hour. Her almost smoky voice, rough from overuse over the past few years, came echoing behind her as she said, "You like the spicy stuff, yeah? Just got a shipment of weird as hell flavours, might be able to hook you up."

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@Pilatus she's been working there for some years now, I'm sure she can make food for regs off hours without too much disciplinary action.
I am liking how many drinkers there are in this cast.
@Pilatus I assume Joel's a regular? Not that Rowan minds guessing.
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@SamaraJayne96 Well, Rowan only works at the Cornerstone, she doesn't own it. But co-workers would be fine by me if that's where you're headed.

With as much as she works she'd be the manager if they could afford it
@POOHEAD189 Your signature picture makes me very happy! Spike is the best.
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