"Helen has a room," An'Thaya told him, "Jerri has vodka." She had fetched a bottle along with the lollies and managed to get each to the right person. The Amazon flashed a tooth grin at her husband and fetched another key which she slid across the counter to the blonde human.
"Don't back up too far, you'll fall off your stool. You're hungry, aren't you. Did you put any thought into hiring a cook?"
Jerri, who was soaking her sorrows in the bottle of booze, lifted a finger from the neck of it and gave a waggle. There was a suctiony noise when she pulled it away. "I can cook. And I am... here... apparently, and somehow I don't think you accept Visa or Mastercard."
The Terran looked down at herself and sighed. She needed to change, this wasn't a high-heels and a uniform kind of establishment.
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