- Joined
- Dec 2, 2015
- Messages
- 22
- Reaction score
- 16
_ A bright sunny saturday afternoon, a breeze turning to a bluster, Rhys squinted at the glare refracting off the fogged glass window into his face and snobbishly sniffed and shifted an erect posture away towards the table opposite his inside this cozy café. Café Jambon. He artlessly struggled to free himself from his tight black printed suit jacket as he noticed a girl just over there, finally folding the jacket over the back of the adjacent seat and clearing his throat.
He retrieved his active datapad and replaced it atop the menu display on the table, his eyes flicking up to the news holo screens mounted on nearly every wall corner as his ears picked up a soothing violin softly stringing over the café's ambiance speakers. The menu screen shut off and he panicked as the relentless server bot rolled towards him yet again, flinging his datapad aside and vigorously tapping his finger to awake the power saver.
"Find somethin' you want, honey? Y'gotta order somethin' or pay the area network fee."
"I-uh, uh... You know, I'm not a fan of your behavioral modifiers dishing this honey business-"
"Orda' or pay."
"I, well, what would you recommend?"
"Ham sandwich."
"Do you have a half ham sandwich?"
"I gotta full ham sandwich with a side."
"But I only want half. Couldn't you just-"
"I gotta full ham sandwich with a side."
"Well, what are your sides?"
"Flank fries or potata' salad."
"I'd rather a green salad or a-"
"Flank fries or potata' salad."
"P-potato salad please."
"Of course. And a drink?"
"Well, what do you-"
"Water it is. Thank'ya honey!"
"Hey, wait. What's your operating number? I'm filing a report. I'm no honey. I am one hundred percent salty, do you understand? I... ugh."
Rhys left the server bot to her rolling and returned to his musings, retrieving the datapad once again and setting it neatly before him. He drew his finger across the screen and scrolled down the news story he was reading about a nearby incident, also posted across nearly every screen in the joint. Jedi had intervened in a gang war of sorts. Drugs. Slavery. The works. And worst of all one of the Jedi had been seriously injured by one of his captives that'd been spared. Information was somewhat restricted, but assumptions and opinions slashed across the page. Opinions Rhys couldn't help agree and disagree with. @Tristyn
He retrieved his active datapad and replaced it atop the menu display on the table, his eyes flicking up to the news holo screens mounted on nearly every wall corner as his ears picked up a soothing violin softly stringing over the café's ambiance speakers. The menu screen shut off and he panicked as the relentless server bot rolled towards him yet again, flinging his datapad aside and vigorously tapping his finger to awake the power saver.
"Find somethin' you want, honey? Y'gotta order somethin' or pay the area network fee."
"I-uh, uh... You know, I'm not a fan of your behavioral modifiers dishing this honey business-"
"Orda' or pay."
"I, well, what would you recommend?"
"Ham sandwich."
"Do you have a half ham sandwich?"
"I gotta full ham sandwich with a side."
"But I only want half. Couldn't you just-"
"I gotta full ham sandwich with a side."
"Well, what are your sides?"
"Flank fries or potata' salad."
"I'd rather a green salad or a-"
"Flank fries or potata' salad."
"P-potato salad please."
"Of course. And a drink?"
"Well, what do you-"
"Water it is. Thank'ya honey!"
"Hey, wait. What's your operating number? I'm filing a report. I'm no honey. I am one hundred percent salty, do you understand? I... ugh."
Rhys left the server bot to her rolling and returned to his musings, retrieving the datapad once again and setting it neatly before him. He drew his finger across the screen and scrolled down the news story he was reading about a nearby incident, also posted across nearly every screen in the joint. Jedi had intervened in a gang war of sorts. Drugs. Slavery. The works. And worst of all one of the Jedi had been seriously injured by one of his captives that'd been spared. Information was somewhat restricted, but assumptions and opinions slashed across the page. Opinions Rhys couldn't help agree and disagree with. @Tristyn