Randal scratched the back of his head. "Um..." he began, his voice uncertain. "She actually didn't tell me why we came here." He grinned sheepishly. "Haha, last time we did something like this I ruined it by telling a few people..."
The boy crossed his arms proudly. "But I
bet she's here to find a market for her tea bags! She's doesn't even
need drugs to get you hooked on those!"
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"Charlie? Charlie, snap out of it!" The waitress shook her boyfriend frantically. "Come on! This isn't funny!" The addict moaned, drooling out of the corner of his mouth. The waitress grimaced, standing up. "I-I'll get you another glass of-"
Something whizzed by her face, a panicked yelp escaping her lips. Looking around wildly, the waitress was shocked to see another woman in the previously empty diner. "Who- who are you!" she asked, beginning to panic. "What do you want?"
Taza stepped forward, making a small
*tch* with her tongue. She sheathed her crossbow.
"Darn it, I always miss." she mused.
Pulling a gardening trowel out of her back pocket, she grinned nastily. "
Right, I suppose there isn't a family resemblance, huh?"