Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170306190030

The waitress however, spotted the man's unease and sauntered over, pistol in hand with a cocky smile on her face as she leant over the barstool, peering at the two with amused glares as she ruffled Robin's hair.

"oOO... You got new toys, Robbie? No fair, ol'Heron hansn't let me play for such  a long time- You will share, won't you?~"

She grasped the pistol tighter, grinning widely before Robin shoved her away, a small frown on his face.

"Beat it, Swan. They know Alouette. You do remember what happened when you killed that little bitch of hers, hm?"

The waitress rolled her eyes, stuffing the gun into her apron pocket and pouting like a small child, batting her mascara-caked eyelashes.

"Hmph. Do what you like. I have double dibs on the next one you bring in though~"

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Well this was mostly filler, what should happen next? Does Maxwell start to ask questions or something?