Proto:VA-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartender Action/Day 1

This is a sub-page of Proto:VA-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartender Action.

Intro

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Jill: Hey, Gil. Where's the Boss? Gillian: Dunno. She went to buy some stuff and... Dana: Hey guys! Jill: Oh Bo-... eh? Jill: W-Who's that? Dana: I don't know. I found her out cold while I was shopping for a couple of things. Gillian: Why bring her here? Dana: Well, it was either leave her outside at the mercy of society's finest individuals or bring her in here. Jill: She's going to make such a ruckus when she wakes up. You know that. Dana: That's up to you to deal with. I'll be in my office. Gillian: Do you think the boss knocked her out? Jill: Nah, that's unlikely. Gillian: Yeah, you're right. Gillian: We'll just need to keep it quiet. Jill: Yeah. Gillian: Ok then. Time to start the night! Jill: Yes, I'll start working while YOU go clean the bathroom. Gillian: E-Eh? Jill: While you spent the whole weekend doing god-knows-what, we had some interesting clients. Jill: Dogs. Lots of 'em. Gillian: You're just joking. Jill: Would I joke about something like that? Gillian: Well... Jill: So! As punishment for leaving me to deal with that alone, you'll be in charge of cleaning the bathroom. Jill: Have fun! Gillian: ...fine, I see no problem. Gillian: Where's the cleaning stuff? Jill: Here. Gillian: ...you brought that from home, didn't you? Jill: That I did. Gillian: Fiiiiiiiiiiine. Jill: (With that out of the way...) Jill: Time to serve drinks and change lives.

Dana: Hey, guys! Jill: Oh Bo-... eh? Jill: W-Who's that? Dana: I don't know. Found her while I was out shopping. Gillian: Why bring her here? Dana: Well, it was either leave her outside at the mercy of society's finest or bring her unconscious body in here. Jill: She's going to make such a ruckus when she wakes up. You know that. Dana: That's up for you to deal with. I'll be in my office. Jill: You can't just push that responsibility onto us! We have work to do, damn it! Dana: There're two of you! Believe in yourselves! Jill: *sigh* Gillian: Do you think Chief knocked her out? Jill: Nah, that's unlikely. She'd be crowing about it or taunting us if that were the case. Jill: And it's not like her to pick on such a small girl... at least not unprovoked. Gillian: Yeah, you're right. Gillian: We'll just need to keep it quiet. She seems to be just sleeping soundly, not comatose. Jill: Yeah. Gillian: Okay then. Time to start the night! Jill: Yes, I'll start working while YOU go clean the bathroom. Gillian: Um... come again? Jill: While you spent the whole weekend and Monday doing god-knows-what, we've had some interesting clients come in. Jill: Dogs. Lots of 'em. Gillian: You're joking. Jill: Gil, you've known me for how long now? Do I look like the kind of woman who would make a joke like that? Gillian: Well... Jill: So! As punishment for leaving me to deal with all of that on my lonesome, you'll be in charge of cleaning the bathrooms. Jill: Have fun! Gillian: Just that? Fine. I see no problem. Gillian: Where's the cleaning stuff? Jill: Here. Gillian: ...you brought that from home, didn't you? Jill: That I did. Gillian: Fiiiiiiiiiiine. Jill: (With that out of the way, let's play some music on the new "Jukebox".) Jill: (This model needs to have all of its 12 slots filled with songs before it can start.) Jill: (I wonder what was the logic behind that decision...) Jill: Time to mix drinks and change lives.

The opening scene in the final is a bit wordier, despite losing the first couple of lines. Also, the explanation of the jukebox has been added.

Jill's catchphrase also changed a bit. The same difference appears in all four of the demo's unfinished scripts.

Donovan

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???: Hey you! Get me a beer. Jill: Sure! On it.	???: Hey you! Get me a Beer. Jill: Oh! Sure. Right on it.

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???: Ah, yes. Now, this one's good enough for a man like me.	Jill: How about this one? ???: Ah, yes. Now, this one's fit for a man like me. Jill: Right...

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???: You think this is funny? Yeah, whatever. Leave it at that.	Jill: Here. ???: Let's see... ???: Psheh! You think this is funny? Giving me something that won't get me wasted? ???: Yeah, whatever. Leave it at that. Jill: Funny... sure.

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???: Yeah, this one's good enough. Pretty good, in fact. Nice job.	Jill: Here you go. ???: Yeah, this one's good. Pretty good, in fact. Nice job. Jill: Um... thanks, I guess.

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???: Listen kid, I don't know where you're from but in this country, that isn't what you call a beer. ???: It'll get me drunk, but don't expect me to pay for it.	Jill: Here you go. ???: *sigh* ???: Listen, kid. I don't know where you're from but in this country, that isn't what you call a Beer. ???: Seems like it'll get me drunk, at least. But don't expect me to pay for it. Jill: Don't worry.

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???: Well, well... you can actually do it, and quite well at that. Color me surprised.	Jill: What about this one? ???: Well, well... you can actually do it, and quite well at that. Color me surprised. ???: Good job, brat. Good job. Jill: Thanks... I guess.

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???: Whatever. Leave it like that. You're worse than my second wife. ???: Don't expect me to pay you for this one, you hear?	Jill: Here. ???: Still not a trace of alcohol in this shit. ???: Whatever. Leave it. You're worse than my second wife. ???: Don't expect me to pay you for this one, you hear? Jill: Sure.

Aside from Jill's additional short responses, Donovan's reactions to the drinks are also a little more verbose.

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???: You're lucky I was in a meeting close by and could visit this hell hole. ???: Although to be fair, work has taken me to worse hell holes.	???: You're lucky I was in a meeting close by. This hell hole could certainly use a presence like mine. ???: Although to be fair, work has taken me to worse hell holes. Like New Jersey III. Jill: Huh...

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Donovan: You're talking to Donovan D Dawson, chief editor and owner of The Augmented Eye. Donovan: Nothing gets published without my blessings. Jill: So you're the one to blame for the barrage of daily articles on Alice_Rabbit?	Donovan: You're talking to Donovan D. Dawson, chief editor and owner of The Augmented Eye. Donovan: Nothing gets published there without my blessings. Jill: (The day started with quite the interesting fellow, it seems.) Jill: So you're the one to blame for the barrage of daily articles on Alice_Rabbit, then?

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Donovan: And can you blame 'em? The idea of some wild card hacker working for its own goals and nobody else's... Donovan: That's the kind of corny shit that brings tons of clicks. Donovan: And clicks bring money, and money brings nice stuff. Stuff like cars, and houses, and plastic surgery for the missus and her kids. Jill: I'm not complaining that you write about the hacker, just the fact that you write about that every single day. Jill: I can't read your newspaper's daily feed without running into at least ONE article about it. Donovan: Well, first: I don't write about it, my interns do. The poor bastards think that'll please me enough to make them full-time employees. Donovan: And second: You get tired of one article about a supposed hacker, but not all the daily ones about murders? Jill: I always filter that section. I don't want to start my day scared and bitter. Donovan: You're smarter than you look, kid. If more people were like you I'd go bankrupt from lack of traffic. Donovan: ...but maybe my job would be easier. Jill: What do you mean?

Donovan: Can you blame 'em? The idea of some wildcard hacker working for their own goals and nobody else's... Donovan: That's the kind of corny shit that brings the clicks. From all kinds of people. Donovan: And clicks bring money, and money brings nice stuff. Donovan: Stuff like cars, and houses, and plastic surgery for the missus and her kids. Jill: Well, I'm not complaining about the fact you write about the hacker. Just that you write about them every single day. Jill: Some of it isn't even news. Just speculations or ...copycats. Jill: I can't read your newspaper's daily feed without running into at least ONE article about Alice_Rabbit. Donovan: Well, first of all: I don't write about it, my interns do. Donovan: The poor bastards think it'll help make them full-time employees. Donovan: I'm just capitalizing on this topic while it's popular. Donovan: And second: You're tired of one article about a supposed hacker... Donovan: But not all the daily stories about murders and other horrors? Jill: Well, I always filter out that section. I don't want to start my day scared and bitter. Jill: I have enough pressure and problems as is. I don't need to add Glitch City's lovely citizens to the list. Donovan: You're smarter than you look, kid. But if more people were like you, I'd go bankrupt from the lack of traffic. Donovan: ...still. Maybe my job would be easier. Jill: How so?

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Donovan: People get desenti... deseszi... people get bored about some kind of news over time. Donovan: When I started on this job it took only the news of some elderly woman being killed to guarantee clicks. Donovan: Now you need an elderly woman carrying a sick baby boy getting hit by a truck. Donovan: That's why I like to exploit these kinds of urban legends, they're easier to do, you can pull any shit out of your ass and they'll buy it. Donovan: It brings money and like I said, money's good. Jill: What about the opinion columns? Donovan: Oh, I hate those brats. They write about how they're better than everyone else or how everyone that likes something can be sodomized. Donovan: Worse part is that they KNOW half of our clicks come from them so they get all Diva on my ass. Jill: I think you're being too harsh. What about...? Jill: ...no, wait. I was thinking of another newspaper. Yeah, the columnists in your newspaper are really annoying. Donovan: I told you. Donovan: Now I'm thirsty. Gimme another beer, will you?	Donovan: People get desenti... deseszi... people get bored of a kind of news after seeing it repeatedly. Donovan: When I started on this job it only took the news of some elderly woman being killed to guarantee clicks. Donovan: Now you need an elderly woman carrying a sick baby boy getting hit by a truck. Donovan: That's why I like these kinds of urban legends: they're easier to write about and you can make up any shit you want. Donovan: It brings money. And like I said, money's good. Jill: What about the opinion columns? Donovan: Oh, I hate those brats. They write about how they're better than everyone else or how everyone that likes something can be sodomized. Donovan: The worse part is that they KNOW half of our clicks come from them so they get all diva on my ass. Jill: I think you're being too harsh. What about...? Jill: ...no, wait. I was thinking of another newspaper. Yeah, the columnists in your newspaper are annoying. Donovan: I told you. Donovan: Now I'm thirsty. Gimme another beer, will you?	Donovan: People get desenti... deseszi... people get bored of a certain kind of news after seeing it repeatedly. Donovan: When I started in this job, it only took the news of some elderly woman being killed to guarantee clicks. Donovan: Now, you need an elderly woman carrying a sick baby boy getting hit by a truck. Donovan: Death's not enough. They need a full sob story behind it. Donovan: That's why I like those urban legends: they're easier to write about and you can make up any shit you want. Donovan: Spam them while they're hot. And even people like you, people who avoid the murder stories, will see them. Donovan: That brings money. And like I said, money's good. Jill: (Huh, I guess he has a point...) Jill: What about the opinion columns? Aren't those a good source of traffic too? Donovan: Oh, I hate those brats. They just write about how they're better than everyone else. Donovan: They might also write about how everyone that likes a certain something should be sodomized. Donovan: The worst part about that is they KNOW half of our clicks come from them so they get all diva-like on my ass. Jill: I think you're being too harsh. What about...? Jill: ...no, wait. I was thinking of another newspaper. Yeah, the columnists on your page are annoying. Donovan: See? Donovan: The kid on the restaurant critique column... um... uh... shit, forgot that brat's name. Jill: Restaurant? I believe that's... Donovan: That kid. Couldn't care less about his name. Donovan: Anyway. His column is the least visited of the bunch. He gets less hits than the obituaries. Donovan: However, he still insists that I keep paying for his adventures to outrageous restaurants. Donovan: I wouldn't have any problem with that if he actually wrote about half of the places he visits. Jill: How so? Donovan: He rarely writes about the places the newspaper sends him to! Donovan: I've even heard he tries to get free meals by proclaiming that he's a food critic. Donovan: Poor bastard only gets laughed at when he says that. Jill: I do remember some guy coming here asking for free drinks, and saying he was a critic or whatever. Donovan: Did he look like a fat child with a really small face? Jill: No. Donovan: Wasn't this one then. Donovan: Anyway, all this talk made me thirsty. Gimme another Beer, will you?

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Donovan: Ahhhh, it's the big things that makes life special...	Donovan: Ahhhh, it's the big things that make life worthwhile... Jill: What about big troubles? Donovan: Did I stutter, kid? Jill: Right...

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Donovan: Hey, I'm asking for a bubbly drink that's served in big mugs. Tell me what you call those so I can order them.	Donovan: Hey! I want one of those bubbly drinks that are served in big mugs. Donovan: Preferably by big titted blondes in dresses showing lots of cleavage. Donovan: Tell me what you call those drinks so I can order them. Jill: ...

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Donovan: Listen brat, you're not helping this hell hole look any better messing up my orders.	Donovan: Listen, brat. You're not helping this hell hole look any better by messing up my orders. Donovan: This won't even make you look sexy. Jill: (Yeah, great loss for me.)

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Donovan: So. Celebrities... Jill: Not really. At least not that I know of. Why? Donovan: Well... first, because you have a serious VIP as a client and I don't see you losing your shit. You're not making me feel special, honey. Donovan: And second, because I'm always up for some gossip regarding anyone that people pretend to love but actually want to see fall from grace. Jill: "Pretend to love"? Donovan: Why do you think that gossip about famous people is something that never dies? Donovan: People pretend that they love celebs, but the deepest parts of them wants to see these idols torn down to their level. Donovan: They want to see them suffer, to get their comeuppance for daring to be more successful than them. Jill: Nah, I think gossip is just the voyeurism everyone enjoys but doesn't want to admit to. Donovan: You think wrong. But even if you were right, it wouldn't change the fact that that people love that kind of stuff. Donovan: They want to escape from their lives by living somebody else's. Jill: But it's kinda useless to exaggerate the stuff other people do. Even if they're famous, they're still human. Donovan: Oh, please. As a bartender, I bet you have a strong voyeuristic streak. Your kind always loves to hear that stuff. Just like hairdressers. Jill: E-Even if that's the case, I don't overblow what people do. I don't make it more than "that person you know from TV acts like a human". Donovan: And that problem exists because they constantly groom the image that they're perfect and untouchable. Donovan: Going to exotic locales, dressing in elegant ways, indulging in every luxury they can think of... Jill: "Overblow" is the key word here, just the other day I saw a "Comitee" judge what some girl was wearing while going to the store. Jill: No matter what you say, they don't exist solely to entertain people during every breathing moment. Donovan: Maybe, but... Donovan: ...

Donovan: So. Celebrities... Jill: Not really. At least, not that I know of. Why? Donovan: Well... to begin with, you have a serious VIP as a client but I don't see you losing your shit. Donovan: You're not making me feel special, honey. Donovan: And second, because I'm always up for gossip regarding famous people. Donovan: Especially the red carpet kind of famous. Donovan: Those folks people pretend to love but actually want to see fall from grace. Jill: "Pretend to love"? "Fall from grace"? Donovan: Why do you think that gossip about famous people always sells? Donovan: People pretend that they love celebs, but what they really want is to see their idols torn down to their level. Donovan: They want to see them suffer. To get their comeuppance for daring to be so much more successful than them! Jill: Nah, I think gossip is just something everyone enjoys but nobody wants to admit to enjoying. Donovan: You thought wrong. But even if you were right, it wouldn't change the fact that people love that kind of stuff. Donovan: They want to escape their lives by living somebody else's. Jill: Sadly, I fail to see the appeal in that whole thing. Jill: What do I care if this guy I saw in some random movie was wearing socks with sandals or if they're dating god-knows-who? Jill: (Granted, socks with sandals is practically a public indecency, but still.) Donovan: Oh, please. As a bartender, I bet you have a strong voyeuristic streak. Your kind always loves to hear that stuff. Donovan: Just like hairdressers! This sounds hypocritical coming from you. Jill: E-even if that's the case, I don't sensationalize what people do. Jill: I don't make it more than "That person you know from TV acts like a human". Jill: "Sensationalize" is the key word here. Jill: Just the other day, I saw this "Committee" judge bitching over what some girl was wearing to the store. Jill: No matter what you say, these people don't exist solely to entertain the public. Donovan: But this problem exists because they're the ones constantly cultivating the idea that they're perfect and untouchable. Donovan: Going to exotic locales, dressing in elegant ways, indulging in every luxury they can think of... Donovan: All that just leaves the public CRAVING for those little moments when they make a mistake and fall to their level! Jill: Can't say that's a lie, but... sometimes the crowd just wants to see they're human. Jill: "Hey! That dude that plays the nice guy is indeed a really nice guy!" Jill: To be fair, the gossip articles don't help. Sensationalizing everything. Jill: It feels like they're instigating a behaviour that shouldn't even be acknowledged in the first place. Donovan: You like your big words, eh brat? Donovan: Well, two can play that game of-... Donovan: ... Jill: ...? Donovan: Hmhm...

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Donovan: Wouldn't you like a column talking about those? I bet they would sell quite well. Jill: It would be like the priest that published "Confessionary Stories". Jill: People usually tell me all that stuff because they know I'm just a bartender that they'll only see here. Jill: A personal stranger of sorts. Donovan: We could have you ghostwriting - half of our staff does that. Jill: Eventually the people from the stories would know it's them and blame me. Jill: Not only would that hurt us as a business, it would hurt me. I really like hearing clients rant about their lives. Jill: Oh... and it would hurt the clients too I guess. Donovan: Well, if you ever retire and want in on that offer, let me know. Jill: (Yeah, like you'll remember me one month from now)

Donovan: Wouldn't you like a column talking about those? I bet they would sell quite well. Jill: It would be like that priest who published "Confessionary Stories"... and then got excommunicated and lynched. Jill: People usually tell me all this stuff because they know I'm just a simple bartender... Jill: A personal stranger of sorts. Donovan: We could have you ghostwriting - half of our staff do that. Jill: They do? Donovan: You don't really think Lana Smithee is just one person, do you? Jill: (Figures.) Jill: A-Anyway... Jill: Eventually, the people from the stories would know it's them and blame me. Jill: Not only would that hurt us as a business, it would hurt me. I really like hearing clients rant about their lives. Jill: Oh... and it would hurt the clients too, I guess. Donovan: Well, if you ever retire, that offer is waiting for you. Jill: (Yeah, like you'll remember me two weeks from now.)

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Donovan: ...but rather because I strike fear in them. Donovan: I'll make everyone call me that starting tomorrow.	Donovan: ...but rather because I strike mortal dread into them. Donovan: Starting tomorrow, I'm going to make everyone call me that.

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Donovan: But I need to cut the alcohol right now - I just remembered I have a night shift later. Donovan: I need to wake myself up. Give me something bitter... and big, but not alcoholic.	Donovan: But I need to cut myself off - I just remembered I have a night shift later. Donovan: Give me something bitter... and big, but not alcoholic. I need to wake myself up.

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Donovan: Yes, you certainly can. This'll help me get up later.	Jill: Here you go. Donovan: Paint me blue and call me Sue, you can actually do it. Donovan: This'll help me stay up late tonight...

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Donovan: Hey kid, you know what sucks? Jill: What? Donovan: My wife's mouth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Donovan: Seriously, seriously. It sucks to have investors.

Donovan: Say kid, does this bar have any investors? Jill: (He didn't call it a hell hole?) Jill: There was some bloke named Sven that wanted to give us money if we stamped his face all over the place. Jill: But aside from that, no. Jill: These bars are pretty much like any fast food chain, so there are no local investors. Jill: Why? Donovan: Just wanted to let you know how lucky you bastards are. Donovan: Investors suck harder than my first wife's mouth.

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Donovan: The worse part is that I have to answer to them. I have a whole webpaper doing my bidding... Donovan: ...and yet I have to answer to somebody else. Donovan: What good is it to be the boss if you still have to do someone else's work?!	Donovan: I mean, you give me money so you can make more. Let me do my thing and I'll give you your money! Donovan: But nooooooooooooo, they have to stick their noses and start changing the silliest of stuff. Donovan: What good is it to be the boss if you still have to work for someone else?!

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Donovan: The Augmented Eye started as another website called Eye of the Beholder. Donovan: It was less news oriented and more about opinions. It got most of its traffic out of inflammatory comments. Donovan: Before that it was a small paperback publication called Without Reservations. Donovan: This one spun off from a column of the same name in a bigger newspaper called The Jumping Reporter Jill: Sounds like it took its time. Is it a family business perhaps? Donovan: No, I just bought it from some poor idiot. Jill: O-Oh... Donovan: And Eye of the Beholder came after someone bought 'Without Reservations', I'm just the latest owner in this whole thing. Jill: And what made you pick a news website as business? Donoval: It sounded fun. I decided it on a whim - I might as well have ended on a hairdressing chain called Marcelo or something.

Donovan: The Augmented Eye was a really important newspaper in Neo-San Francisco almost 10 years ago. Donovan: But... there was a big mess involving the head editor being defenestrated. Donovan: One thing led to another, and during a tough financial spot, I bought the whole thing and assumed duties as chief editor. Donovan: Neo-SF is still the HQ, but most of the revenues come from here. Donovan: Just being in Glitch City means at least 30% extra earnings. Jill: Oh yeah, I remember the news. It was quite a mess. Jill: And what made you pick a news website as business? Donovan: It sounded fun. I decided it on a whim - I might as well have ended up with a hairdressing chain called Marcelo.

Ingram

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???: Big Gut Punch, cut it with the mandatory joke.	???: Big Gut Punch. Fast.

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Jill: (The registry says Ingram McDougal. Ok...)	Jill: (The payment registry says...) Jill: Sorry for the question then, Mr. Ingram McDougal. Ingram: ...

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Jill: Sorry about the smell, we're working on fixing it. There was an... incident over the weekend.	Jill: Sorry about the smell, we're working on fixing it. There was an... incident over the weekend. Ingram: But it's Tuesday. Jill: ...

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Ingram: I can't afford to slander this place knowing it's HERS!	Ingram: I can't afford to slander this place knowing SHE's here!

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Ingram: I saw that woman knock out armed rioters one by one with her own bare hands. Ingram: Once you see something like that it's hard to not keep your mouth shut before somebody. Jill: Interesting... Jill: You can relax though, I've only seen her deal with clients personally about two or three times. Jill: And they all involved class-5 weaponry or an Alpaca Ingram: An Alpaca? Jill: You shouldn't feed them after midnight.	Ingram: I saw that woman take out armed rioters with her own bare hands. Ingram: Once you see something like that it's hard not keep your mouth shut. Jill: Interesting... Jill: You can relax though, I've only seen her deal with clients personally about two or three times. Jill: And they all involved class-5 weaponry or an alpaca. Ingram: An alpaca? Jill: You shouldn't feed them after midnight.	Ingram: I saw that woman take out armed rioters with her bare hands. Ingram: Once you see something like that, it's hard not keep your mouth shut in front of them. Jill: Interesting... Jill: You can relax, though. I've only seen her deal with clients personally about two or three times. Jill: One involved Class-5 weaponry, the other one a "pick-up artist", and the latest had an alpaca. Ingram: An alpaca? Jill: Not really an alpaca, but... Jill: There's this woman that owns a textile company. Jill: She got really drunk and... she started screaming she was an alpaca. Jill: She started spitting on everything afterwards. My boss had to show her the exit. Jill: I'd rather not remember that night, so let's leave it at that.

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Jill: No, it's safe. It's even added to the BBC's recipe book.	Jill: No, it's safe. It's even been added to the BTC's official recipe book.

Another instance of "BBC" being changed to "BTC" between the demo and final game.

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Jill: Then my serving you sweet drinks is making you relive bad memories?	Jill: Then is my serving you sweet drinks resurrecting bad memories?

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Jill: That's quite the random thought to have. Ingram: Not really, I was just thinking about people making polite comments about this crackhouse. Jill: Of course you were.	Jill: Still, that's quite the random thought to just suddenly have. Jill: Are you perhaps lying about something right now? Ingram: Not really, I was just thinking about people making polite comments about this crackhouse. Jill: *sigh* Of course you were.

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Jill: Already? Don't you think you're drinking a bit quickly? Ingram: The speed is my problem. Give me a Fringe Weaver.	Jill: Already? Don't you think you're drinking a bit quickly? Ingram: That's my problem, not yours. Give me a Fringe Weaver.

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Jill: If I started judging groups based on only a few examples, I'd be against all 'droids because one of them went rogue.	Jill: If I started judging groups based on only a few examples, I'd be against all Lilim because one of them went rogue.

One of several instances of "'droids" being used, then eventually replaced, possibly due to trademark concerns.

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Ingram: Nothing seems to do it. Jill: ...have you tried rescuing a puppy? Ingram: You can't fuck puppies. And if you think you can, you're sicker than the "fully equipped" bitch I was about to get it on with in Malaysia. Jill: I'm drawing a blank then, can't think of anything that might help.	Ingram: Nothing seems to do it. Jill: Um... Jill: ...have you tried rescuing a puppy? Ingram: You can't fuck puppies. At least you SHOULDN'T. Jill: I'm drawing a blank then. Can't think of anything that might help.

Sei

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Sei: "To rescue, heal, and protect! We are the angels that oversee the general public." Sei: "We are the light of hope in the darkest times." Jill: Um... what was that? Sei: Sorry, it's sort of our pledge of allegiance; we recite it every morning. Sei: What I was trying to say, is that our duties lie mostly on rescuing civilians, healing the injured, or protecting them from stuff. Jill: What kind of stuff? Sei: Burglars, rapists, car crashes, anything we are able to see at the time it happens.

Sei: "To rescue, heal, and protect! We are the angels who soothe those suffering enemy attack!" Sei: "We are the light of hope in the darkest of times, the ones who assist the victims of crime!" Sei: "We watch, we protect." Jill: Um... what was that? Sei: Sorry, it's sort of our pledge of allegiance; we recite it every morning. Sei: What it means is that our duties mostly include rescuing civilians, healing the injured, and protecting them from... stuff. Jill: What kind of stuff? Sei: Burglars, rapists, car crashes, anything that might happen on our watch.

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Sei: I mean, I've yet to meet somebody that ISN'T glad to see me when I arrive somewhere. Jill: You must've seen quite the sights. Sei: Yeah! This one time I was saving some people from the top of a collapsing building and the city looked so pretty! Sei: It was like a starry sky on earth! Sei: Oh! And there was this time we were cleaning the aftermath of a car crash. Water was pouring out of a hydrant. Sei: With the lights and scattered pieces of glass, it was all almost dream-like. Jill: T-That's not what I meant by "sights". Sei: No? But those are sights, right? Jill: Yeah, but... nevermind.

Sei: I mean, I've yet to meet somebody that ISN'T glad to see me when I arrive. Jill: You must've seen some shocking sights. Sei: Yeah! This one time, when I was saving some people from the top of a collapsing building... Sei: I looked down and was blown away by how pretty the city was! It was like a starry sky on earth! Sei: Oh! And there was this time we were cleaning up the aftermath of a car crash. Water was pouring out of a hydrant. Sei: With the lights and scattered pieces of glass, it was all almost dream-like. Jill: T-That's not what I meant by "shocking sights". Sei: No? But those are sights... and they're shocking, right? Jill: Yeah, but... nevermind. Sei: Wait... did I mishear and you actually meant "sighs"? Sei: I mean, sure. Sei: I've suffered the deepest, longest and most frustrated sighs from people after everything's said and done but... Jill: Don't worry, you didn't mishear. I guess I was just expecting a different kind of answer. Sei: What kind of answer? Jill: Don't... worry too much about it.

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Jill: What do you like about it? Sei: There's this smell of dog urine and soap. Jill: ... Sei: My mom used to be a veterinarian, and I used to go to her clinic after school, so the smell takes me back. Sei: It makes me feel... comfy. Jill: *ahem* What made you become a White Knight instead of a veterinarian or... anything else? Sei: Something that happened while I was a kid.

Jill: What do you like about it? Sei: The smell of dog urine and soap! Jill: ... Sei: My mom used to be a veterinarian, and I used to go to her clinic after school, so the smell takes me back. Sei: It makes me feel... comfy and nostalgic. Jill: *ahem* What made you become a White Knight instead of a veterinarian or... anything else? Sei: Well, I was never a good student, so studying medicine of any kind was out of the question. Sei: That aside, it's mostly because of something that happened while I was a kid.

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Sei: There's even a squad full of people on bureaucratic stuff. Jill: Really? Sei: Yeah, they are assigned to companies to handle the accounting and that kind of stuff. Sei: People usually ask for them because they speed up processes. Sei: But a few are assigned when the company is suspected to have weird deals under the table. Jill: Interesting.

Sei: There's even a squad full of bureaucrats. Jill: Really? Sei: Yeah, they get assigned to companies to handle the accounting and that kind of stuff. Sei: People usually ask for them because they speed up processes. Sei: But a few are assigned when a company is suspected of having weird, under-the-table deals. Jill: Interesting. Sei: There was also a squad dedicated to fighting school bullying. Sei: They were doing a nice job, but the "fad" of anti-bullying campaigns passed and they lost their funding. Sei: I believe some members still work with anti-bullying cases in an unofficial capacity. Jill: That'd be nice... I think.

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Jill: Gil, did the ammonia make you go nuts?! Gillian: There was this time in Zanzibar when that almost happened, but I'm sure that sound was a car crash.	Jill: Gil, did the ammonia make you go nuts?! Gillian: There was this time in Zanzibar when that almost happened. In any case, I'll go check that noise.

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Sei: See? I told it was a Martini, this one doesn't look like what I had in mind. Sei: But I'll try it anyways. Sei: H-Hey *yawn* do you know a laundry shop that's just a bit down this street? Jill: Yeah, been there a couple of times. Why? Sei: The owner, some Rufus Sharp. I... studied with him in elementary school. Sei: He was one of... those kids that went telling adults everything you did. Sei: I remember... seeing him in... high school. He became such a... prick... Sei: Such... a little... bitch... Sei: Zzzzzzzzz...

Sei: See? I told you it was a Martini. This one doesn't look anything like what I had in mind. Sei: But I'll try it, anyway. Sei: Hey Ji... Ji... *yawn*. Hey Jill... wanna hear something funny? Jill: Sure. Sei: There's this... guy named Jack, he's the captain of one of the Blitz.. zzzkrieg Corps. Sei: His squad is... *yawn* filled with suits he customized himself. Sei: They're all themed after su... ssssuits of *yawn* suits of cards. Sei: Heh... suits of suits. Sei: His armor is particularly flambo... flam... gaudy. His visor has a rainbow and he wears a cape. Sei: His "Jacker Blitzkrieg Corps" are the joke of the whole... the... whole... Sei: ... Jill: ...? Sei: ...zzzzzzz.

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Jill: But seems I do need to hold her helmet until she realizes she left it here.	Jill: Oh... but it looks like I'll be holding her helmet until she realizes she left it here. Gillian: I'll go check that noise! If you hear me scream, lock down the bar! Jill: Careful.

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Sei: It might be a bit difficult though, she's more into, um... classier places. Sei: But it shouldn't be too bad, I just need to- Sei: What was that?! Jill: Sounded like a car crash outside. Sei: I'd better check that. I paid you already, right? Jill: Yeah, go ahead. Be careful. Sei: I will! Jill: She... left her helmet. Jill: (Well, if she's coming back, I'll just hold it for her).

Sei: It might be a bit difficult, though. She's more into, um... classier places. Sei: N-Not that this place isn't nice! B-But... Jill: Don't worry, I know the kind of place I work in. Sei: I-I see... Sei: But it shouldn't be too bad, I just need to- Sei: What was that?! Jill: Sounded like an explosion. Sei: I'd better check that. I paid you already, right? Jill: Yeah, go ahead. Be careful. Sei: I will! Jill: She... left her helmet. Jill: (Well, if she's coming back, I'll just hold it for her.) Gillian: I'll go check what the everloving hell that explosion was. Jill: Careful.

Kim

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???: W-Where am I? Where am I?! Jill: Good night and welcome to Valhalla.	???: W-Where am I? Where am I?! Jill: Good evening and welcome to Valhalla. Jill: (That might not have been the best thing to say.)

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???: You're planning on tearing my clothes, beating me unconscious, having your way with me and murdering me, aren't you?! ???: All the while violating every hole in my body as I'm still twitching, AREN'T YOU?! ???: MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER	???: You wanna tear my clothes, beat me unconscious, have your horrible way with me and then brutally murder me, don't you?! ???: All while still violating every hole in my body as I lay there twitching, DON'T YOU?! ???: MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER

Kim says "MURDER" three fewer times in the final game. Also, uh, those other two lines were revised also.

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???: To "calm down"? What did you spice it up with? Roofies? Tetraxine? Pumpkin?	???: To "calm down"? What did you spice it up with? Roofies? TTX? Pumpkins?

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Jill: You see, when you're at bartending instruction they make you go through a... ceremonial punishment. Jill: They put you in a cage, drop a bucket of cold water on you, and start gently pricking you with a bunch of pointy sticks at the same time. Jill: If I were to "spice up" any drink, they'd make me go through that punishment "for real" and... no. Just no.

Jill: If I ever added anything like that to your drink, they'd dock my pay and tips. Jill: Not to mention I'd have to pay any lawsuits myself. Jill: And that's the best case scenario. I could get fired and lose benefits or go to jail. Jill: And trust me, the BTC LOVES to catch anyone who commits that particular felony. Jill: They'd show themselves all proud for a hefty PR boost. Jill: And the thought of going through all that is just... Jill: *BRRRRRRRR*

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Jill: When you go outside, just three businesses to the left, there's a convenience store where you can get a drug test for drinks. Jill: Tell the cashier that Dana Zane sent you.	Jill: Let's do something. Jill: If you go outside, and head just three businesses to the left, you'll find a convenience store. Jill: They sell drug tests for drinks. Tell the cashier that Dana Zane sent you.

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Gillian: I think I'm done here.	Gillian: Two flying cars crashed and went boom. That's why it was so noisy. Jill: Any damage? Gillian: A hole in the street, dunno about the drivers or anything. Jill: I see. Gillian: Either way, I think I'm done here.

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Jill: Well first, it's not my name. It's my boss' Jill: Second, we are pretty much part of a chain, sorta like the Burger Queen of bars. Jill: And finally, I'm not making you drink this. I offered it to you as a sign of peace when you were all nervous. Jill: You can just ignore the drink, go through that door, never come back, and forget this ever happened and nothing of value would be lost.

Jill: Good point, but first of all: It's not my name. It's my boss'. Jill: Second, we are pretty much part of a chain. Sorta like the Spicy Chicken of bars. Jill: And finally, I'm not making you drink this. I offered it to you as a sign of peace. Jill: I mean, you ARE right. It IS indeed suspicious on my part. Sorry. Jill: You can just ignore the drink, go through that door, and forget this ever happened. Jill: That would be it. You're at peace and nothing of value would be lost. ???: ...

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???: *Cough* Too strong... did you think this would calm me down?	???: It'll help me calm down a bit, I think. ???: *cough* Too strong... did you think this would calm me down? Jill: Um... ???: Hm...

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Jill: No problem. If I were you I'd probably react the same way.	Jill: No problem. If I were you, I'd have probably reacted the same way. Jill: I should apologize for my last comment too, it came out as insensitive.

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Jill: My boss found you unconscious and brought here for safekeeping. Jill: Aaaaand you were asleep until the car crash outside. ???: I-I see...	Jill: My boss found you unconscious and brought you here for safekeeping. Jill: Aaaaand you were asleep until that car crash outside. ???: I-I see... ???: I guess it's better to wake up here than on the streets, stripped of clothes, dignity, and/or organs.

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???: Okay then, I'll take you on your offer. I'll have a Piano Man. Jill: Coming right up	???: Okay then, I'll take you on your offer. I'll have a Piano Man. Jill: Will you be fine? ???: Yeah, I just gulped the last one, so I wanna enjoy this one. Jill: Coming right up then.

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Jill: What did he do? Your dad, I mean. To provoke the pianist. ???: Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. ???: He was relaxing in a bar and suddenly the pianist leapt off the stage and started punching him.

Jill: What did he do? Your dad, I mean. To provoke the pianist like that. ???: Wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. ???: He was relaxing in a bar when suddenly the pianist leapt off the stage and started punching him. ???: Some say he was off his meds and that my dad looked like some music critic that had bashed him. ???: I still hold my stance that he just got too excited. Jazz does that to you. Jill: I see... Jill: The Piano Man has an interesting story. Jill: It was originally created by a bartender in honor of a pianist friend of his that had just died. Jill: Apparently, it mixes all the flavors said friend liked the most. ???: Oh, that's nice. Jill: Here.

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Kim: Don't tell me you're like my mom with her policy about what's "For boys is for boys" and what's "For girls is for girls" Kim: That line of thinking led her to buying me an erotic cast-off figure when I was like 5 Jill: Erotic cast-off figure? Kim: Basically, a REALLY detailed sort-of PVC statue whose clothes you can take off Kim: She excused herself saying something like "Well, you'll have to learn about your body sooner or later" Kim: ...I still wish I had Gloria-sama's body. Jill: I-I see...	???: Don't tell me you're like my mom with her politics about what's "for boys" and what's "for girls". ???: That line of thinking led her to buying me an erotic cast-off figure when I was, like, five. Jill: Erotic cast-off figure? ???: Basically, a REALLY detailed sort-of PVC statue whose clothes you can take off. ???: She excused herself by saying something like "Well, you'll have to learn about your body sooner or later." ???: ...I still wish I had Gloria-sama's body. Jill: I-I see...	???: Don't tell me you're like my mom with her politics about what's "for boys" and what's "for girls". ???: That line of thinking led to her buying me an erotic cast-off figure when I was, like, five. Jill: Erotic cast-off figure? ???: Basically, a REALLY detailed sort-of PVC statue with clothes you can take off. ???: She bought it thinking "Hey, it's just another doll." ???: ...and then justified it by saying something like "Well, you'll have to learn about your body sooner or later." ???: ...I still wish I had GLO-RI-A-sama's body. Jill: I-I see... Jill: (Who? And what the hell is a "sama"?)

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???: This is not a Piano Man. Are you giving me whatever you please because it's free? ???: Well, you're being polite enough., I'll let it pass.	???: This is not a Piano Man... or even a Piano Woman. Are you giving me whatever you please because it's free? ???: Well, you're being polite enough, so I'll let it pass this time. Jill: Right... Jill: (Sorry.)

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Kim: ...I knew I've smelled the nasty perfume lingering here before. That bastard leaves this smell wherever he goes.	Kim: ...I knew I smelled his nasty cologne. Kim: That bastard leaves his reek wherever he goes.

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Kim: He's just so forceful about the way he wants stuff, that people have it done before they realize what's going on. Kim: He even got a pizza delivery boy to work server maintenance for a full week before the pizza shop asked where the hell he was.	Kim: He's so forceful about the things he wants that people have it done before they realize what's going on. Kim: He even got a pizza delivery boy to work server maintenance. Kim: A full week passed before the pizza shop asked where the hell he was. Kim: And would you believe it? The guy became decent at server maintenance, despite having no previous experience.

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Jill: You keep going through the motions while trying to provide something of quality, answering people's whim orders. Jill: I think the hardest part is dealing with the chemical hazards some people leave behind. Why? Kim: At one point I thought about being a bartender, but I was afraid they'd make me wear skimpy clothes and dance or something.	Jill: You keep going through the motions while trying to provide something of quality. Jill: All while answering the whimsy of people's orders. Jill: I think the hardest part is dealing with the chemical hazards some people might leave behind. Why? Kim: At one point I thought about being a bartender... Kim: ...but I was afraid they'd make me wear skimpy clothes and dance or something.

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Kim: Hey, do you work with other women? Jill: I work FOR a woman, but my only co-worker's male, why? Kim: You LUCKY bitch. You have no idea the heaven you live in. Kim: When I started my internship, every other intern was female.

Kim: *ahem* *cough* *ahem* Jill: Um... are you alright? Kim: Yeah, just a bit... *ahem* dizzy. Jill: And you're clearing your throat? Kim: It... *cough* helps me focus a bit. Kim: ...yeah. I'm better now. Kim: Hey Jill, do you work with other women? Jill: I work FOR a woman, but my only co-worker is male, why? Kim: You LUCKY bitch. Err... I mean... y-you have no idea the heaven you live in. Kim: When I started my internship, every intern was female.

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Kim: FRIENDS?! Those cunts aren't in it for friends, they're out for BLOOD! Kim: The other day I got an assignment, and all I got for my efforts was being locked in the bathroom. Kim: And another time, when our supervisor praised me? I'm still looking for my briefcase.	Kim: FRIENDS?! Those cunts aren't in it for friendship, they're out for BLOOD! Kim: Err... s-sorry, I mean... Kim: The other day I got an assignment, and all I got for my efforts was an afternoon spent locked in the bathroom. Kim: And this other time? When our supervisor praised me? I'm still looking for my briefcase.

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Kim: Let the Lizardmen have a feast with them.	Kim: Let the Lizardmen feast on their livers.

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Gillian: Sure, anything for a client.	Gillian: Sure, anything for a client. Gillian: Excuse me Miss, please help me walk you to your cab. Kim: *mumble* Pickpockets... *mumble*

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Kim: Jill, was this job, like, a lifelong dream or something? Jill: Not really. It just kinda happened.	Kim: Hey Jill, was this job, like, a lifelong dream or something? Jill: Not really. It just kinda happened. Jill: One thing led to another and BAM, bartending.

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Jill: The only dream I can remember being passionate about was buying a fully functional Saga Jupiter. Jill: Can't say I've given up on that one yet. But alas, adult stuff need to be paid for first. Kim: You've never had a dream you want to chase? Jill: I'd be lying if I said I did. I just... live, I guess. Jill: I've been letting my life flow and now I'm working in a place where I'm comfortable.

Jill: The only dream I can remember being passionate about was buying a Model Warrior Julianne arcade machine. Jill: Can't say I've given up on that one yet. But alas, adult stuff needs to be paid for first. Kim: You've never had a dream you wanted to chase? Jill: Not really. I mean, most of my dreams have been silly things or childish dreams. Kim: Childish dreams? Jill: Having a room where every piece of furniture talks, being a Model Warrior... Kim: OH! Childish dreams, yeah. Kim: I remember I wanted to live in a Koi pond when I was seven. The fish seemed to be having a blast to me. Kim: So, no dreams? Jill: None that I felt particularly motivated to chase, no. Jill: I mean, I'm fascinated by AIs, but I just couldn't find it in me to study that. Jill: So, I picked something I found nice and moved on. Jill: And somewhere along the way, I became a bartender.

As with the early version of Jill's room, "Model Warrior Julianne" hasn't made its way into the universe quite yet by this point.

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Kim: Um... who was he? Jill: A ghost. Nobody you should worry about. Kim: Oh...

Kim: Um... who was he? Jill: A ghost. Nobody you should worry about. Kim: Oh... Gillian: I HEARD THAT! Jill: Why were you asking all those questions? Kim: Because now that I think about it, I don't really have a dream job or anything like that. Jill: I think we idealize the idea of a dream job too much. Jill: Not everyone walks around with a clear idea of what they want in life. Jill: Some take a liking to a job, others find it after many failed attempts. Jill: Sometimes life takes an unexpected turn that makes you change your plans... Jill: ... Jill: ...what I mean is: Don't worry too much about it. Kim: Maybe you're right.

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Jill: Kim woke up, had a couple of drinks, and left.	Jill: Kim woke up, had a couple of drinks, and left. Dana: So she's called Kim.

Very observant, Dana.

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Jill: Are you worried about her? Dana: Yeah, a little. Dana: Anyways, you're free to go after you finish washing up. Dana: Let me transfer you today's payment. Maybe I'll give Gil a small bonus for dealing with the bathroom.

Jill: Are you worried about her? Dana: Wouldn't you be? Jill: I don't know. Jill: Hey Boss, do you feel like calling you "Boss" is too impersonal? Dana: Hm? Not really, no. Dana: It's not like you call me that because I'm a stranger. Just out of habit. Jill: Oh... Dana: Anyway, you're free to go after you finish washing up the glasses. Dana: Let me transfer you today's payment. Maybe I'll give Gil a small bonus for dealing with the bathroom. Jill: At least I didn't get locked up this time.