#wellwire

“Sorry for the spook then sugar.” He teased as he walked past, Shoebot following at his heels as he went for the door. “Though it’s always a sights eeing people coming around before the door are even open.” As soon as the door open Shoebot rushed inside, skittering to the closest barrel as she started to climb up it towards higher ground. Green copper claws and that long slender segments hull made quick scaling work, keeping up with Roger as he made his way to the main counter of his area. As busy as it was outside, it was dead quiet inside. The stools and tables were still and untouched from the closing hours. It was uncanny for such a place, but comforting for business purposes. Shoebot slid her way across the counter, making more noises towards the giant to keep up. “Okay,” Wellwire piped up. “What did you order again and where do you want it placed? In the back? Around here on the counter?” Roger now sat cross-armed at his station, watching the dragon aspect of this hidden pair stare him down. “You know you can lighten up around here.” The big guy’s hand reached for the dragon’s back, patting at the metal and causing Shoebot to twirl around and try to twist playfully around his arm. “You know you can get out of that little automaton of yours while around here.” “Annnd you know that I’m not doing that until I have to unpack this stuff.” Yes, Roger was aware of Wellwire’ s little trick with getting around being seen, but that was a tale for another time. Shoebot growled a teeny bit too, protective about letting her creator go. Roger just rolled his eyes, using a finger to rub the end of the bot’s nose and making her cross her eyes. “I know I know. You can put leave the shot glasses here and the rest I’m sure Clover can come out here herself to get her share. Speaking of while…” Clover, the resident borrower of the scene, shook her head as her name was addressed. She has been watching the entire scene from the rafters as soon as she heard scratching on the backdoor. Why did Roger have to be so forward sometimes?! She really didn’t want to go down there, it wasn’t really that necessary. Before she could disappear back into her hiding ways, she felt those large green eyes lock onto her form. “Dammit Roger.” She scolded, even though she knew her voice didn’t carry to him. But it was enough to lock a certain robot’s attention. Shoebot sounded off towards them, an attempt to say hello that wasn’t returned. Clover cowered at those lavender eyes staring right through her, ducking behind a beam. Right, that thing could pick up her little sounds. Great. “Hey,” She could hear the borrower inside call up to her. “How about I drop Roger’s things off, then I’ll come out and meet you in the backroom?” There was no response from Clover, the redhead just sighing to herself as she started to move back. Back into the safety of the walls where few could follow. Wellwire sighed to herself, pressing a button or two to get signal Shoebot to get ready. The serpent slithered off of Roger’s arm and settling on the counter, still keeping an eye on the giant as she lowered her head to the ground. “Don’t try anything,” Wellwire warned the bartender as she made her way out. A latch was lifted as soon the top of Shoebot’s head opened with a pop, exposing the little borrower behind the controls crawling out. Roger felt a bit of a smile etching into his features as he watched the little one slide out onto the counter, noticing how she kept her eyes trained at her foot for a moment. “Oh come now. Ya know I don’t bite.” He teased, chuckling some as Wellwire only rolled her eyes. She still had to talk into her radio while she was out in the open, her voice still projecting from Shoe’s neck speaker. “Save the teasing for your clients ok?” The gal rubbed Shoe’s side as she traveled down, the robot staying still as the hatch to her main hull was finally slid open. “Shot glasses right?” Roger nodded as he just watched, knowing that if he couldn’t really do much as Shoebot stared him down like he was on fire. “Yep, can never have too many of these when rush hour rolls around. Got a fresh batch of bourbon yesterday and I know how people of ready to wet their gullets with a fresh batch of anything around here.” Wellwire listened to him talk as she stepped inside the hull, rolling out the glasses that were wrapped around with fabric to keep it somewhat safe. To everyone’s relief, nothing had scratched or broken from the trip here as the sheet was removed, clean shiny glass glinting in the light. Roger’s smile grew a bit more at the sight of them, slowly reaching out to ever so delicately collect one with his fingertips. It was so small in comparison. It was practically minuscule between the digits, just the slightest bit more pressure and it could shatter into dust. “Would you look at that.” He commented to himself, just admiring the scale for a moment. “Huh? Did something happen to it?” Roger glanced down at the borrower’s question, a quick little scheme popping into his head. He brought his hand back down to the counter, leaning the teeny cup towards them. “I can’t tell. Think you can give me a second opinion?” Wait, was something actually wrong with it? Wellwire lifted a brow as the shot was brought close. She leaned in close to investigate the shot that was about her size if not a little smaller. It looked fine to her. No cracks of scuffs, perfectly fine. Before she could open her mouth to report this, however, Roger made his move, scooping the too close borrower up into the glass. Instantly the little gal yelped as the movement, finding herself upside down inside the shot lifted upwards. As the colors outside mixed and she worked on getting herself right, the next clear thing she’d see would be a giant green eye filling her vision on the other side. Roger could be felt laughing again, rocking the glass Wellwire was now stuck in a bit as he held it. “Not funny!” She finally shouted, Shoebot now had prompted herself up, hissing with sails and wings flaring towards the teasing man. “Don’t worry don’t worry I’m just having a little fun is all.” He reassured the anger robotic reptile, carefully setting the little glass back down on the counter. “Sorry, couldn’t resist the opportunity.” He was still chuckling at Wellwire’s reaction, it was just priceless. The borrower poured herself out onto the floor, Shoe instantly slithering closer and looming over to make sure she was all there in one piece. She was shaken, but not stirred. She’d be okay. “It’s alright it’s alright.” She reassured, grabbing her hat from the bottom of the glass. “Just… don’t do it again.” “No promises kiddo.” He joked, giving that jolly smirk again before looking to the other glasses. “Alright, I’ll put these up while you finish up the rest of your order. She’s probably waiting for you two back there already.” Oh, right. Wellwire still had to meet Clover to take care of her half of the order. She nodded at that, closing the side hatch before slipping back into Shoe’s cockpit. “Will do, a pleasure doing business with you as always.” Roger reached back towards the robot, earning a tiny growl at first as his fingers closed her head hatch back up with a click. To ease the still salt serpent those fingers then went to scratch underneath her chin, the kind gesture helping her calm down a bit after his little prank. “Don’t be strangers now ya hear? See you both soon enough.” Shoebot nodded with a chirp while Wellwire reacted in a similar but hidden way, soon the duo dropping back to the floor to tackle the second half of this mission. Borrower to borrower.