Sparrow the Ninth

It had been a while since Sparrow visited Tyrian and when she did, she suggested they have fun like they used to and be rather in-alpha like… which really meant drugs and booze and the eventual pass out that ensued. Or maybe she fainted… or maybe she was just hallucinating, she couldn’t be sure of anything except she was not, in fact, conscious in any way in the ‘real world’ and it went something like…

Warm hues flooded into the small shop, temporarily blinding Sparrow. The milk frothier screamed in the background as the woman slowly blinked her eyes back into focus. Ah, right, she was on the register for a double today. ”Welcome to Canaan Cafe!” she greeted almost without realizing it before turning her attention to the illuminated pad of drink options in front of her. The customer ordered, and Sparrow thanked him with a greedy smile as he threw some change into the tip jar, called the order back to her coworker, and turned again to the door to zone out, full resting bitch face until the next customer would grace them with their presence.