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I'm not spending any fucking money on a bracelet, so, just as a warning, don't tag me or you will regret it.  [ She may not look particularly intimidating but what she lacks in physical prowess, she more than makes up for by being filled with rage and an impressive amount of teenage passive aggressiveness.  She gives a rough shake of her head, annoyed, rolling her eyes. ]  This shit just seems like a good way to get punched.

[ Huff puff.  Debbie Downer here is not into this shit, ok.

She may or may not be bored at work, as well, so if you're in the neighborhood for some alcohol in a dimly lit dingy bar (that didn't bother with getting a sign, so markers away), please come annoy the new bartender.  She can be found leaning on the scuffed counter, scrolling through her phone with a perpetual sour expression on her face. Please don't ask for anything too complicated because she'll just make it up and you won't be happy. ]

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[helpdesk_hero]

[Don't tell David that, because he's used to people telling him that exact thing. Then he just smiles.]

Will it help if I tip extra?

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I don't think it would hurt. [ But the way she grins indicates it's not really necessary. ] Or you could just save it for the next time you come in. I bet a repeat customer will help more.

[helpdesk_hero]

[He's not the repeat customer type. But he nods.]

I'll teach you something else next time. Think about what you want.

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All right, cool. [ It looks like she's got something to look forward to, maybe. ] I'll hold you to that.

[helpdesk_hero]

[If he improved her night, it’s worth it. He puts payment on the counter and smiles.]

It’s been fun. I should head out. Name’s David by the way.

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Heather Mason. [ a beat and then: ] See ya later, David, and good luck with that job.

[ He's definitely made her day a little brighter. ]